#but he owns his songs in a way i've never seen with other artists

[gracefullou]

Everytime i see a cover of a Louis song i'm reminded of how beautiful his voice is, how unique it is and how difficult it is to sing his songs

[omegalomania]

the full apple music interview with zane lowe is out! we got snippets of it when love from the other side dropped, but they finally rolled out the full thing. here are some highlights that stood out to me :)

patrick describes pete's lyrics as what gets him out of bed in the morning. if pete doesn't send him lyrics, he doesn't write a song.

andy and pete used to draw fake snake tattoos on each other using magic markers as kids omg?

so evidently patrick was the one who got covid during hella mega tour. and he hated it and he was miserable and that's when he called neal avron about the new record lmao

patrick says that joe was hesitant at first and he was the one who said that for this record he wanted to make something that they could all savor and spend time on and patrick was immediately on board with that

pete says patrick's job is to interpret him because pete calls his mentality a "little bit off" but patrick is capable of understanding him and translating it

patrick describes his and pete's creative relationship as "twin speak." it's not linear and it's like living in his brain a little bit. he calls it the "weirdest thing i've ever seen" when pete can just Tell that some words that patrick adjusted weren't ones he wrote despite not remembering writing them. patrick says he's gotten better at connective tissue and knowing how pete would say things

pete: back in the day patrick was like, "what's the difference between cry and weep i will KILL YOU. THEY'RE THE SAME THING. I'M GONNA KILL YOU RIGHT NOW."

zane says patrick's vocals are next level for this album. pete agrees that he kills it on this album and said he never would've expected that voice coming from him when they first met. zane says patrick could sing a recipe and it would be good. he then passes patrick a recipe and patrick. sings it???

patrick: i'm not gonna belt it. (starts belting) NINE INCH PIE PLATE ROLLING PIN

patrick says that pete doesn't mean to have rhythm to his words but there's a rhythm to them all the same and patrick can find this syncopation in his words and thinks it's amazing

more talking about patrick and pete's Magical Mystical Transcendent Soul Bond. patrick says "if we were one guy, we'd be an INCREDIBLE DUDE"

patrick and pete say that interviews with all four of them are hard because it's chaos and everyone's talking at once but it all makes perfect sense to them and no one else. zane says that sounds like fun flkjdfd [i agree please do this more it's a joy]

pete says joe really stepped up and wrote a lot for this record!

patrick: "joe is kind of a conundrum because he's this really talented...he's a brilliant writer, a brilliant player, but pete and i became the "team" and it wasn't really a plan, but that's just kind of how it happened. [brief tangent about the hiatus] we come back from the thing and joe is this fully-formed writer with a very distinct - he has one of the most distinctive writing voices. when i hear his parts, when i hear his ideas, i could pick them out of a crowd. like i know the way joe writes, and it's VERY joe." part of the process with post-hiatus was integrating him into the writing process more.

discussing the hiatus and fame and pete says his life kind of "blew up" and took it pretty hard. apparently during production for folie paparazzi actually broke down the gate to neal avron's house

patrick goes on a big tangent about how bad things got during the height of pete's fame. "part of my role is to tell his story. i'm a composer. that's what i like to do. i work on movies, i work on shows, and i work on pete. pete has a story that needs music, and if he's removed from himself, if he's not even able to access himself because he's behind all of this stuff, i don't have a story! so not only did i not have my buddy, which was heartbreaking in its own way, but then i also don't have a purpose as an artist."

patrick says that andy is always ready to play but when you get him happy to play, it's another level

"and trohman, there were these moments where he...he got so excited."

patrick describes writing what a time to be alive as wanting to write the saddest, most desperate song you could hear at a wedding. pete bursts into laughter and calls it "so twisted"

talking about other endeavors outside the band - patrick talks about composing and said joe's been super busy with his book and writing for tv and because there are so many deadlines for stuff like that, it's what hammered home to him that fall out boy needs to not be that. "there's something special about this that can't be...this has to be passionate and art."

discussing how scared patrick was of his own voice while the band took off. patrick was really scared of the song saturday at first because there are some really exposed vocal moments. he describes saturday as a song where everyone in the band lets each other go for it.

zane calls fall out boy the "emo blueprint" and says they were unapologetic in being emotional. patrick immediately says, "that was pete. i don't think we could've done that without him." he and joe were basically kids and patrick was too anxious to talk on stage.

zane says, "i remember interviewing you in the early days and i felt like every time i asked you a question i was bullying you." pete IMMEDIATELY loses his shit.

"in another life where i didn't have a pete...cause saturday, i did write most of that by myself...so there's a world where that song exists without the band. there's no world where i sing it in front of people without pete."

pete says every night before they put out a new song he calls patrick up and gets really scared and wants to back out and patrick talks him down every time

they talk about how scary it was when arm's race released and performing it at the amas. patrick starts laughing rly hard as they get into how there were giant crickets on stage and the crowd was just stone-faced and utterly nonresponsive and their stage manager was utterly panicked

towards the end patrick really loosens up and starts swearing more dlkfjdfd

[sherewrytes]

T. A. R (Time, Appreciation, Respect)

(I'll always want you part 2)

Synopsis: Ony was calling Y/N constantly these days, trying to always reach out to talk and say his piece. Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready for it.

C.W. Angst, Black coded reader, Drug use (weed). Song links used as reference.

Fanfic inspired by the following song.

Solange: Cranes in the sky

Link for part one here

Time had passed since your confrontation with Ony on that fateful night. The sting of betrayal still lingered, casting a shadow over your every thought and action. You still find herself unable to shake the memories of everything that took place between you and Ony and the raw emotions it had unleashed.

It's 2:30 AM. You lie awake, replaying the conversation with Ony in your mind. A part of you acknowledges he may be right, yet you find it impossible to converse without being overwhelmed by emotions.

You heard Annie out on her part to play in all this but not Ony. You didn't have class until 2pm today so you had enough time to sleep some more if needed. You got out of bed, stretched, went to your desk to journal to clear your mind.

You lit the candle on your desk, opened your journal and poured your feelings into it. The pen felt heavy in your hand, similar to how your heart felt in your chest. You wrote about the confusion swirling within you, torn between the logic of Ony's words and the ache of betrayal that still lingered deep within your soul. Memories flashed through your mind of happier times, of sad times and every moment in between. You knew you should hear him out but, you couldn't decide if you were ready or not.

You closed the journal and texted Sasha to see if she was awake. You needed someone to talk to. Sasha responded almost immediately saying she's in the area, so she'd be over in a few and she has Connie and Eren with her.

You sighed and responded. You went to your kitchen to make a quick midnight snack for you and your quests. 15 mins later, at your apartment is Sasha, Connie and Eren.

Connie: "Is it okay if I smoke in here. Between Uni, my music shit and other shit. I'm stressed out."

You: "It's cool. I do smoke sometimes, well used to with Ony. Speaking of Ony. He's been calling my phone nonstop.

*Turns to Eren* He said you've been on his ass about me. Eren the fuck you on boy.

Eren sighed "Look I'm just looking out for him. Ony is taking this harder that I've seen him take anything. Him and I go way back. Ony only shows up to class, messages me for some weed well hella weed. He aint even in the studio much either."

You knew Eren, Connie, Mikasa and Ony were music majors at Paradis University which you all attended. Eren was the lowkey producer type that makes beats to rival the greats. Connie is a rising hip hop artist and Ony is a cross between Trap Soul and Rap. Mikasa was the soulful girl with a beautiful voice. You knew Ony never missed studio time for nothing, so you knew he was struggling.

"When last did he show up." Y/N asked Eren with some concern in her tone.

"Probably 2 months ago before that it was 3 months before that. Look you don't have to force yourself to talk to him or bear his wounds or help him heal from the mess he made on his own. It ain't your job to, What I'm asking is if you can hear him out even if its 5 minutes if you can't then Imma tell him to drop it."

You sat in silence for a bit truly wondering what to do, so you turned to Sasha. "Honestly I want to hear him out, I do but I need more time. I know everyone thinks I forgave Annie so easy, but Ony and I had something deeper than Annie and I had even with our years of friendship. Ya we were fighting and at odds that time but..I know I'm being dumb cause Annie is just as responsible as he was. I just need to clear my head some more."

Connie took a toke of his joint and passed it to Eren then Eren to Sasha. Sasha pulled out her phone and connected it to the speakers in your apartment and started playing L.E.S by Childish Gambino. They all passed the joint around the room you took a few hits here and there. Eren was mindlessly scrolling through his IG to see Ony posted a 15 sec video on IG with a link in the caption to his YouTube to his latest track Amphetamine.

Eren blurted out with a bit of shock, "What the fuck, Ony just dropped a new song. It looks like he changed his artist's name from Ony to Soro. I mean he mentioned the change last time he came in the studio. Yo Sasha disconnect real quick lemme listen to this real quick."

Sasha disconnected her phone to allow Eren to pull up the track. " The song is almost 8 mins WTF is Ony on" Eren says.

The beat kicks in with this smooth, laid-back vibe that immediately hooks you in. Everyone's silent giving the track a listen.

" It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night."

You can hear, almost feel the range of emotions in the song. You can hear Ony's voice pouring out his feelings. The beat changes around 2:48 seconds in giving a whole different vibe to the song.

"Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce."

Everyone was vibing with the song until they heard Mikasa's voice drop on the track around 4:28 Everyone a bit surprised since Mikasa doesn't easily do features even if it's with her friends. Connie laughed a bit "He got Mikasa on this with him. Damn he really went all out. Aye Eren aint this the same beat he said he didn't want around 5 maybe 6 months ago?" Eren laughed thinking back to when he played this beat for Ony, and he said he hated it. Ony owed him big time for this, but he'll circle back to it. As the song finished. You sat with your eyes full of tears. You thought to yourself that you could feel every emotion Ony sang about in the song. The loss of their relationship, his struggles with his mental health and so much more.

Connie was the first the chime in when the song ended "Damn that was.... deep." "Yah it was Ony really flipped the script on this one." Eren chimed in.

Eren got a notification that Ony was live on IG. He clicked on it. He saw he was talking about his just dropped song and other usual shit that's going on in his life.

Ony's eyes were the newfound usual shade of slight bloodshot red from smoking and hardly any sleep. He was reading off a comment asking him who inspired him to write the song. he responded with "Someone but also no one."

Ony's voice flowed through the speakers in your apartment causing Eren to disconnect his phone to watch the live a bit easier.

He commented saying "Fire track man, wish you'd let me know you were droppin a song man."

Ony read the comment out loud and smirked and said "Sorry man. I wanted it to be a personal project, but I owe you one big time for the beat."

Ony and Eren were engaging in their usual banter in the comments of Ony's Instagram live. You were deep in thought when Ony read aloud a comment from someone claiming his song was inspired by his ex-girlfriend. Ony and you had a semi-public relationship, which is due to his rising fame as a Trap Soul/rap artist.

Ony sighed, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw you in person, when you came to return his belongings from your place. He had seen you around campus since then, but it simply wasn't the same. His response was "It was inspired by pain. Pain of loss, loss of love, loss of hopes, loss of dreams. Loss of self. She's part of something I lost in my life."

Ony paused, his gaze drifting off as he recalled the bittersweet memories. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the ache in his chest as he continued, his voice laden with emotion. "So yeah, she's part of what I lost, but 'Amphetamine' is also about finding myself again. It's about reclaiming my voice, my truth, and pouring it all out into my music."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though sadness lingered in his eyes. "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand. Understand that she's not just a memory, but a muse who ignited something within me, something I'll carry with me forever."

With that, Ony concluded, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The live disconnected indicating he ended it abruptly.

As the live session ends abruptly, the room falls into a heavy silence. You, sits with a mix of emotions swirling within yourself. Ony's words echo in your mind, resonating deeply with your own conflicted feelings. You can't shake the sense of nostalgia and longing that his music and words evoke. Sasha breaks the silence, her voice soft yet determined. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asks, her concern evident.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. "I don't know, Sasha," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sasha nods understandingly, her eyes reflecting empathy. "I get it. It's hard to hear someone express their pain so openly, especially when it's intertwined with your own." Eren chimes in, his tone reflective. "Yeah, but maybe that's what he needs right now. It's better than him bottling it up and tryna smoke it all away."

Connie exhales a puff of smoke, his expression contemplative. "True, but it's also a lot to unpack. Y/N, you don't have to rush into anything. Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want. What Ony did was messed up"

You nod, grateful for your friends' support. "Thanks, guys. I think…I think I need some time alone to sort through my thoughts."

With that que, Eren, Sasha and Connie left your apartment. you walk through your apartment heading to your room, the melody of Ony's song still echoing in your mind. Your emotions even more confusing than when you talked to Ony earlier. You looked at the time. It was almost 5 am. You decided to shower and head back to bed, hoping to get some rest before class.

Your mind was restless, torn between Ony's latest track and his words during the IG live, you were conflicted. On one hand, you acknowledged missing him, but on the other, infidelity was something you could never condone in a relationship. You recognized a desire to listen to his explanation, yet you feared your heart might not endure his version of the events.

The weight of Ony's words hangs heavy in the air, suffocating your mind with intense thoughts. Alone amidst the dim glow of your bedside lamp, the words "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand." taunt you with the possibility of reconciliation and closure. You thought to yourself "How could I ever hope to understand the depths of his pain when my own wounds still bleed with the memory of his betrayal?"

Finally entering your room, you sink onto the edge of the bed, burying your face in trembling hands, desperate to silence the cacophony of thoughts threatening to consume you.

"Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want." Connie's words echo faintly in her mind. With a trembling sigh, you rise from the bed, your steps faltering as you make your way to the bathroom. The steady stream of water cascades over your trembling form, washing away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"It's 5 am. I should try to get some rest before class," you think to yourself. Climbing out of the shower, your limbs feel heavy. Wrapping yourself in a towel, the fabric offers a feeble shield against the lingering chill. You dress slowly, abandoning your usual routine for the simple comfort of bed, seeking to calm your mind. Eventually, you drift into sleep, the confusion in your heart, perhaps even greater than before.

*Slight Time Skip*

You finished up her class for the evening, your Textile Science class drained your mind. you run into Eren, Connie, Armin and Pieck in the courtyard chattin it up.

"Yo, Y/N!" Armin hollered, his grin wide as he motioned for her to come over. You gave a small nod, casually strolling over as they kept chattin'. It helped take your mind off things for a sec.

"So, y'all ready for tonight?" Armin asked, his eyes sparklin' with excitement. "Tonight?" you echoed, feeling a bit lost.

Armin leaned in closer, speakin' low like it was a secret. "The party, It's goin' down at my place. everybody's rolling through." You thought about if Ony was gonna be there since going Armin's parties was one of their go to things as a couple.

You shifted uncomfortably, tryna come up with an excuse to bail but before you could say anythin', Sasha and Mikasa slid through, bringin' a burst of energy to the scene. "Hey, y'all!" Sasha greeted; her smile infectious as she pulled you into a hug.

Mikasa gave a nod, her expression serious as she peeped Y/N with concern.

"Y/N, you gotta come through tonight," Pieck chimed in, her voice smooth and persuasive. "You never show up to the parties, and it's gonna be lit." Y/N hesitated, caught between the comfort of being alone and the fear of missing out on the squad's vibe.

Just then, Ony strolled past, casting a shadow over Y/N's mood. She felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside, memories of their messy situation flooding back.

Armin, clueless as ever, turned to Ony with a hopeful grin. "Yo, you coming tonight, Ony?"

Ony glanced at you for a sec before turning back to Armin, his face unreadable. But before he could answer, you spoke up with fire in your voice. "I ain't showing if he's gonna be there," you stated, pointing your finger at Ony with a fierce look.

The air got heavy; the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N's heart raced as she waited for Ony's response. But instead of coming back at you, Ony just nodded quietly, his eyes holding a hint of regret before he dipped out.

You caught the concerned glances of your friends. You knew your emotions were a bit confusing being torn between wanting to hear him out, missing him then not wanting to be around him. Even though almost much time had passed, her emotions still felt raw.

You looked around to your friend group who was gauging your reaction to seeing Ony. Each stare, felt like a trap a push to make a decision you weren't ready for.

"I can't do this," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a step back, your eyes darting between your friends and a mental escape route. Sasha's hand on your arm stopped you in your tracks, her grip firm yet gentle. "You can't run from this forever, Y/N, you're gonna have to address this or find the will to move on" she said softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. You stared at Sasha's face trying to gauge her facial expression and reaction "I know, Sash I know." you whispered hoarsely, your voice cracking with emotion. "But I'm not ready to face him, not yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

With that said you turned and left them there, briskly walking back to catch an uber back to your apartment.

----------------------------While you left-----------------------------------

Eren stared at Armin, scoffing with annoyance "Bro, how you gonna forget they ain't together no more? Ony straight up did her dirty with Annie."

Armin sighed and took a step back. "I know but they're both my friends and I want them both to be happy and come out more. guess I messed up by asking them out around each other. It's just that we hardly get to chill with both of them around, you know...it's tough."

Eren shook his head, his frustration evident in his furrowed brow. "I get that, Armin, but you gotta realize it's not just about them being happy. Ony really hurt Y/N, man. And seeing him around just brings back all that pain."

Armin's shoulders slumped in defeat, his expression reflecting the weight of his guilt. "I know, Eren, I know," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just... I don't know how to fix this mess."

Sasha, who had been listening quietly, spoke up with a sympathetic tone. "Maybe there's no quick fix, Armin. Sometimes all we can do is give them space and time to heal, you know?"

Connie nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, sometimes the best thing we can do is just be there for them when they're ready to talk or when they need us."

Armin sighed; his gaze heavy with regret. "You're right," he admitted, a sense of resignation settling over him. "I just hope they both find their way through this, somehow."

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[bisnes-socks]

the video you guys... maybe it's bc it's the middle of the night but i'm losing it

i've said this before and i'll say it again, i think käärijä is pretty much the most interesting thing that has happened in finnish music in a long long time. but that is of course a matter of opinion

what is not a matter of opinion is that in the last almost two years now, he has been the most famous person this country has ever seen. like idk how clear it is to international fans, but it's not normal in finland for a musical artist to have their own personal bodyguard go with them everywhere. he's talked about it yes, but like.. there is like a bend in reality around him in this country that you can only really comprehend when you stop to look at it.

and i've wondered two things. i've wondered if he knows how much he has done for people in this country. i've talked to people in their fucken 50s who have found the confidence to speak english in public because of him. i've seen the absolutely all encompassing effect he has had on the city of vantaa. ccc in esc truly united this country right after an election that tore us apart.

like.. we laugh about how finnish people care so much about what other people think about us. and all these stereotypes us finnish people believe as being the way we are seen. quiet, stoic, a bit unemotional, hard to read, depressed, weird with a quirky language no-one understands. imagine the impact of him showing the world a completely different side to us, that we all still recognise as OUR culture and something inherently finnish. him becoming so loved all around the world and in this country, not despite but because of things we have been culturally taught to be ashamed of. things he refused to be ashamed of, and he showed us. he has done SO MUCH for all of us, and i wonder if he knows.

and i've wondered how he has managed to keep it together through everything. like i said, there is no-one, absolutely no-one, who has had that level of attention in this country. and i wonder how has he stayed sane.

and the song and the video kinda answer these questions and it's as beautiful as it is heartbreaking. absolutely fucking killed me. so many things in that song i can relate to on a very personal level as well, but his story lives on a scale i could never even dream of. and so now i know. i know he knows but how he still can't feel it. and i know if he has stayed sane and he hasn't and i know how he's felt and. it. is. heartbreaking.

but at the same time i have to say how much i admire his decision to put it all in this song and make this song the lead single of the album. he continues to show us and i have so much not only love but fucking respect for him for that. fuck.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I've got to feel, how it feels, to be loved by you...

Summary:

Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" No matter the circumstances, love finds a way. It’s up to you to accept them.

Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Captain Syverson, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Humor, Female Character of Color, POV Multiple

Notes:

Hello Heathens! I may have written this as a comfort fic for myself. Happy Reading! I do not own rights to any of the songs or lyrics used in this fic. I have linked them for your hearing pleasure. Please give these artists a listen. Where Are They Now?

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Your brother Dante is finally coming home after a long deployment. Your childhood home is always the first place he would stop once he was stateside and allowed leave. Per your mothers request, your attendance was required for his homecoming.

You're humming along to a tune in your head as you keep busy in the kitchen where you've spent a good portion of your life. You're filling a pitcher with fresh Sun Tea, when the mouth watering scent of amber, sandalwood, leather, and a hint of redwood trees, wafts in. The same scent that's haunted your dreams since you first presented.

You allow yourself a moment to just inhale the intoxicating aroma of the Alpha you’ve been in love with since you were little. The same Alpha you believe could never be yours. He’s your brother's best friend. Which isn't so bad when you think about it, he’s not that much older than you, but you know he sees you as nothing more than little miss Sunshine, Dante’s annoying little sister. 

Your damn hormones just need to knock it off. No matter how amazing he smells, he’s not yours. You’re sure he has his choice in Omegas, hell you’ve seen the types of women he takes to his bed. But I’ve never seen one stick other than Julia in high school and that ended horribly when they left for basic and she found herself another Alpha to claim her in his absence. Stupid bitch. No one deserves that kind of pain. Especially Sy. He’s the most kind hearted Alpha I’ve ever known. 

A smooth southern drawl breaks you out of your thoughts. “Hey Sunshine. How’d I know I’d find you hiding in here?”

“Hey there yourself, Captain. You know me, barefoot and in the kitchen is my second favorite place to be next to curled up with a good book in the sunshine.” You look over at his large frame that is blocking the entry way. “You’re looking good. No visible wounds this time around. Impressive beard. Oh and I’m loving the fuzzy cue ball look.”

“Oh yeah.” He rubs his hand over his head. “Why’s that?”

“It just looks like a good place to run my fingers through. I’m sure it’s soft with just the right amount of prickly. Kind of like you.” You chuckle to yourself.

You watch his cerulean eyes slightly dilate, perusing your body at his leisure. He wets his lips with his tongue, smirking when he catches you following the muscles trek with your own eyes. “Feel free to give it a try anytime, Sunshine.” He winks as he moves out of the way for your mother and brother to walk in. 

“Pipsqueak! It’s been too long.” Your brother pulls you in for a bear hug. 

“Hey Dante. I missed you too.” You squeeze him back.

“Is that Sun Tea?” He says over your shoulder.

“You know it” You release him.

“You’re the best Pippy.” He quips as he makes his way over to pour himself a glass. 

“Meh. I just know how much ya’ll miss the comforts of home when you’re gone all the time.” You shrug. “Speaking of. How long are you back for this time?”

“Well, we weren't going to say anything just yet; but that was our last tour. We have decided it’s time to come home and open up that Auto shop we always dreamed of.” Dante nonchalantly states.

“What?!” You squeak out. “You’re for serial? You’re coming home for good?”

“You heard him right, Sunshine.” Sy cuts in. “We’ve saved enough up to lay down some roots finally.”

“That is just wonderful boys.” Your mother says with tears of joy brimming her eyes. “Maybe finally someone can give me some grandkids to spoil while I’m still young enough to do so.”

“What are you relying on me for? I’ve been overseas most of the time. It’s not my fault Pippy can’t find an Alpha that can handle all her crazy.” Dante jabs.

“You wound me hermano.” You reply in jest. You know he means nothing by it, but the words still sting nonetheless. You’ve tried to find an Alpha compatible enough for you to let them claim you, but it just hasn't worked out. You can't help but instinctively compare them to Sy and let’s face it, no one compares to him. You’ve come to terms with the very real fact that you may never find someone and heat sickness will be the end of you someday.

“Aw come on Pippy. You know I’m just playing.” He gives you his most charming smile. “Sy’s not doing any better either. So don’t feel too bad.”

“Wow. Just gonna throw that out there like that.” Sy says in disbelief. “I’m team Sunshine on this one. I too am wounded.”

This gets a laugh out of you and you smile up at him. “Thank you Captain. It’s good to have someone in my corner against such disrespect.” 

“Alright. Alright. Enough. You kids, no matter how old you get, are always the same. I’m over it.” Your mom pipes up. “You’re finally home for good. That’s cause for celebration. This Saturday we will have a BBQ to mark the return of my boys.” She’s beaming with joy now.

“That sounds like a great idea mama.” You turn towards Sy. “It’ll be nice having you back. Feels like something is missing whenever ya’ll are away.” You glance at the clock on the oven. “Shit! Sorry mama but I gotta get going. I promised Liv I’d watch Ro tonight so she and Cameron could go out. Just shoot me a text with whatever you need help with for the BBQ.” 

“I’ll walk out with ya. I need to grab something out of the truck anyway.” Sy states.

“Sure. Night Mama. See ya later D. I’m glad you’re home.” You turn towards Sy and head towards the front door.

He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out the door and to your car. Butterflies erupt in your stomach from that small touch alone. He sort of crowds you in against your driver side door once you arrive, his delicious scent enveloping you. The calming breath you try and take makes it worse as your core reacts, slick beginning to dampen your panties and the tiniest involuntary whine slips out. You hope he didn't hear you, or better yet that he can't smell the arousal coming off you.

You chance a look up at his face and are met with the flare of his nostrils as he inhales, his pupils dilating with lust and a low growl emitting from his chest. Before your hormones make you do something crazy, you clear your throat and speak up. “Thanks for walking me out, Sy. I’m really happy you’re home.” 

You lean up and place a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Have a good night, Captain.” You quickly open your door and climb in. He takes a step back so you can reverse out. You give him a little wave as you pull onto the street. Gazing in your rear-view you see him, still in the driveway, fingers grazing the skin you just kissed with a dopey smile on his face. 

Saturday…

To say that you’ve struggled through this week, would be an understatement. Your thoughts have been inundated by a certain Alpha and your hormones can’t seem to get the memo that now is not the time to go into a heat. You’ve been feeling preheat symptoms for the last day or two, which means if you’re not careful you may start before you can safely lock yourself away at home. 

Let’s just hope I can make it through this BBQ without combusting into a ball of pheromones and slick. 

You’ve arrived early to help set up. What you don't expect to see upon entering the backyard is Sy moving the outdoor furniture around at your mothers command. Watching his muscles flex and move as he arranges the pieces with ease is not doing your preheat body any favors. You can already feel your temperature rising.

Shaking yourself free of the very dirty thoughts trying to flood your brain, you head over to the tables leaned up against the house to begin the process of decorating and making the food presentable. “D! Get your ass over here and set up these tables for me so I can get them up to Mama’s high standards already.”

“Watch that mouth of yours young lady. You may be grown but you ain't too grown for me to whip that ass.” She snarks as you laugh and blow her a kiss.

“Why do I have to do it? Sy’s the one moving furniture around already.” Dante complains.

“I mean if you’d prefer to look like some weak little beta bitch cus you won’t move a measly table or two while Sy shows off how much of a big strong Alpha he is, so be it.” You shrug your shoulders and begin to set a table up yourself. 

Before you can even get the first leg propped out Dante is snatching the folding table away from you. “Give me that you little fucking brat. Always tearing a man down. No wonder you're still single. No one can handle all that attitude.”

“I happen to enjoy all that attitude. Who says an Omega has to be soft and sweet all the time?” Sy chimes in, taking over setting up the other table. “It’s so much more worth it when you have to work for it in my opinion.” His eyes scan your frame, taking in all the exposed skin, your flannel skirt and crop top put on display. 

“Is that so?” You question. “Thrill of the chase I assume.”

“Nah Sunshine.” He places the table up right and gives you his full attention. “The chase is fun and all. Don't get me wrong. But that final surrender when they submit willingly to you is a rush like no other. When they give in to their wants and needs and just let you take control. Worth every moment of resistance.”

You swallow, trying to bring saliva to your suddenly parched mouth. Other parts of your body are clearly more than properly hydrated. In fact they are starting to make themselves known. You’re going to need a pantie change soon if he doesn't stop looking at you like that while he smells so damn delicious.

“Thanks boys. Now go be useful somewhere else, so I can work my magic.” You shoo them away.

“Still don’t get why I gotta help set up a party in my honor anyway.” Dante grumbles.

Sy slaps him upside his head. “Do you even think before you blurt out stupid shit? Don’t be an ungrateful asshole. You should be thankful you’re alive to be celebrated at all.” He growls out.

“Damn. Shit.” He rubs the back of his head. “I am, okay. Jeez. What the fuck is with you this afternoon anyway? You need to get laid already man. Relieve some of that pent up aggression.” 

“Sorry D. Let me grab us some beer before we start up the grill. Might even let you man it for a bit.” He replies back.

“You most certainly will not, Captain. I would like the food to be edible. He is not to be trusted with the grill. Let him look pretty standing next to you so he can flirt with all the pretty ladies I know Ma and her friends invited. Who I know will flock to get their hands on some Alphas fresh off of deployment.”  You tell him as he walks by on his way into the kitchen, through the patio door. 

He stops in his tracks and tosses you a look over his shoulder. “He can have ‘em. I have my eyes on something far better than tag chasers.”

His response stuns you as he just continues on his way. What could he possibly mean? Is he dating someone? Just my luck. He was never to be mine anyways, right? Looks like I’ll be heading to Maxwells tonight after all.

Sy’s POV

The afternoon has been filled with good food, catching up with old friends and diverting all the female attention to Dante. I have my mind set on one female in particular. The same one who I’ve told myself for years I shouldn't pursue because she’s not only younger than me but she’s my best friend's little sister as well.

I’m over denying myself though. If anything, she smells even better now than when I first caught her scent after she presented. She has a recurring role in my fantasies and I’m ready to make those become reality. Not just the ones that have her writhing on my knot but the ones where she has my mark on her delicate throat, taken my last name and is round with my pup. 

Don't get me started on that barefoot and in the kitchen comment she made the other night. The images that produced, had me subtly readjusting before I embarrassed myself. Almost had to do it again today when I caught a whiff of your tantalizing scent, it was definitely sweeter than usual. She could be in preheat. It would make sense why I am so close to a rut all of a sudden too.

Time to stop thinking about the woman of my dreams and actually find her. It’s been awhile since I last saw her stunning face in the crowd. Maybe Dante knows where she is.

I head on over to Dante, who’s wooing the Omegas and our childhood friends with another war story. “Hey. Have you seen Sunshine?”

“Not in a bit. No.” He replies.

“Damnit. Alright.”

“Knowing where her heads been lately, I’m sure she just ducked out and headed over to Maxwells.” 

“Why would she be at Maxwells?”

“He found her singing while doing yard work for Ma one day, the summer she turned 21 actually, and begged her to come sing at the bar. Said it was a place she was always welcome to sing and drink for free. It’s where she’s been spending most of her nights since what happened to Cora. Music therapy or something, is what she said.” Dante divulges.

“You up for a drink and some entertainment?” I ask.

Dante looks over at the little omega clinging to his bicep. “What do you think sweetness? Wanna head out with this overgrown asshole.”

She nods her head. “Sure. I hear your sister puts on quite the show. I’ve never been able to catch one myself.”

“Guess we’re moving the party then.” He looks around, spotting his mother. “Hey Ma! We’re heading over to Maxwells to watch Pippy. You good with us leaving or do you want us to help clean up?”

“Go! Give my girl some extra love for me will you. She needs all that she can get. Clean up will be handled. Go have fun!” She yelled back.

“Let’s go. Meet ya there.” I can't stop the grin from spreading across my face.

Maxwell's Lounge

The atmosphere in Maxwells hasn’t changed in all the years since any of you have been able to partake in this establishment. A gritty, bit rundown, hole in the wall blues club. Dark wood and mix match tables scattered throughout. Not to mention Old Man Maxwell holding court at the end of the bar as his nephew tended to customers. 

The main attraction of this place has always been the stage. Whenever someone graced its worn in wood and filled the space with soulful music, it came alive. Just like it was now. All eyes were on you, as your leaned back against the piano, Mello playing the keys, aiding you in entrancing the crowd with the hauntingly beautiful sound of your voice as you sang about being Lonely. 

I'm slowly killing myself

I'm trying so hard at the back of the shelf

It's just the same every day

I'm writing these songs that will never get played

I get told what's wrong and what's right

I don't have a romantic life

And everyone's dying, so I keep on trying

To make 'em proud before they are gone

But can't someone help me?

Oh, please, someone help me

I don't care, anyone, anything

'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

Miss all my family

I don't care, anyone, anything

'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

You get so lost in the lyrics that you don't notice the newest patrons to have entered the bar. The space is filled with a mingle of scents and designations but you swear you can pick up on Sy’s very specific scent perfuming the air along with your brothers.

Opening your eyes, you scan the small crowd until it lands on your brother hugged up with some female and Sy. They’re getting settled at a table and involuntarily your heart decides to pick up its cadence. Sure they’ve heard you sing around the house, but this is different. This is where you lay everything out on the table. Where you come to release all those pesky feelings and emotions you can’t always articulate in your day to day life. 

This could work in your favor though. There is that new song you’ve been working on with Carmello that would be perfect for this occasion. Blame it on preheat hormones if you must but what better time to get out how you feel about the Alpha of your dreams than safely on stage. Shoot your shot right. He’ll either get it’s about him or he won’t, no matter the result you can finally move forward in whatever direction it takes you. 

As you finish the final notes of your current song, you turn towards Mello and whisper. “I’m changing things up a bit. I want to debut Loved by You next. Think you can grab your guitar and inform the girls while I do a little intro?”

He smiles that infamous cheshire cat grin at you. “Would this change to the set list have anything to do with the fact that Sy just walked in with your brother and you’re in preheat.”

“Carmello Antoni! How dare you make accurate assumptions of my motives.” You clutch your imaginary pearls in fake shock.

“Please Sunny, you’ve been in love with that man since grade school. It’s about time you do something about it. I’ve seen what his scent does to ya. The fact that you're in preheat when you're not due for one for another month right as he comes back to town.” He tilts his head to the side and smirks. “Well that’s some true mates shit if I do say so myself. So I’ll help you get your man because if I don’t, you’ll just stay stuck in your head daydreaming forever.”

“I want to be bothered by your words but unfortunately you’re speaking the truth.” You sigh. “Alright, let’s do this then.” 

Sy’s POV

“Wow. Your little sister really is good.” The omega attached to Dante blurts out.

“Yeah. Who knew the little pipsqueak who used to sing along with the radio while she messed around in the kitchen or played in the yard could hold a crowd's attention like this.” Dante responds.

“I did.” Sy imparts. “Sunshine always lights up any place she’s in. It just makes sense that she would be a natural at this. I’ve never seen her so comfortable before. It’s nice. Even if the song she’s singing is technically sad.”

“I didn’t know you noticed my little sister that much Sy.” Dante nudges him. “Should I be worried?”

“Stop that.” The omega speaks up. “Sy is a great guy. And he’s known you sister her whole life. Why wouldn’t you want an Alpha like him pursuing her? I would think that makes him the best candidate. Plus, true mates are a thing. What if he’s hers? What are you going to do, shun your best friend and sister because they are meant for each other? That'd be a dick move don't you think.”

“I like her. She’s feisty. Just what your reckless ass needs.” Sy chimes in.

Dante looks down at her. “You're gonna pay for that feisty little mouth later but I guess you’re right. They are both adults and if something happens it’s really none of my business.” He turns to Sy. “Unless you hurt her. You know firsthand what I’m capable of, Captain. Best friend or not, I will always protect her.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He sincerely states. “I just want to be extremely clear here. You’re saying that if I wanted to make your sister mine, you wouldn’t stop me?”

“I’m not loving the claim implied in that, but yes, I won’t stop you going after Pippy if you so choose.” He grits out.

“I’ll drink to that.” Sy raises his glass with Dante following suit. They cheers and each take a big swig as they watch you sing the final notes of that hauntingly beautiful song and lean over to whisper something to Mello for a few moments before heading over to the mic stand.

He watches you address the bar, like you’ve done this hundreds of times before. “How’s everybody doing tonight?” You nod along to their replies. “Good. Good. That’s what I like to hear. Thank you for letting me entertain ya tonight and get some things off my chest.”

He watches as you take a deep breath before you continue on. “I recently lost someone very close to me in a horrible way and that last song was a representation of my grief. Music heals all wounds right. I hope it brought some peace to ya’ll as well.”

Mello walks back on stage with a guitar and two females who take up a place to your right behind another mic. “Now we’ve made a little change to tonight's set list. Ya see, my brother Dante and his best friend Sy just got back from their final deployment and it looks like they have escaped from the BBQ in their honor and have graced us with their presence.” You wave in their direction.

“Normally we do standard blues covers and revamps of modern songs. Tonight I’ve decided to debut something I’ve been working on for a while now. The timing just feels right. I hope ya’ll enjoy it.”

With a subtle nod from you, Mello begins to play. Your voice begins to fill the space and he can't help but be captivated by your honeyed words and sweet voice.

Bless my soul I've been alone too long Somebody without someone Is no one at all And baby all these nights I've struggled and fought my pride Scared that someone your type Couldn't see past my flaws 'Cause I've heard that heaven ain't easy to get to, ooh The closest I'll get might be right next to you, ooh For I've got to know I got to feel how it feels To be loved by you Ooh, I got to touch something real Can I feel and be loved by you Jealousy is getting the best of me Thinking about you sleep without me in town And I had no peace 'til you give me clarity I need to hear and see If I matter at all 'Cause I've heard that heaven ain't easy to get to, ooh The closest I get might be right next to you For I've got to know I got feel how it feels To be loved by you Ooh, I got to touch something real Can I feel and be loved by you? Ooh, I got to feel it (How it feels to be loved) Ooh, I got to feel it (How it feels to be loved) Ooh, I might not get another chance (how it feels to be loved) Cannot let it slip out of my hands How does it feel to be loved by you?

The whole room disappears as he locks eyes with you. He feels as if the words were meant for him and him alone. A declaration that yes, it was finally time to stake his fucking claim and make you his. No other Omega compared and after that brief talk with Dante, there really is nothing holding him back but himself. 

There’s a small pause after your final note before the crowd erupts in applause. He and Dante being the loudest, rising from their chairs, whistling long and loud. 

You don’t know it yet, but I’m coming home with you tonight Sunshine, and if I have my way, I’m never leaving.

They watch your smile light up the room as you address the club once more. “Thanks for letting me get that out.” You softly chuckle into the mic. “I’ve taken up enough time on this lovely stage. Now it’s time for me to pass the mic off to the talented Mr. Carmello. I leave you in good hands. Lovers and fiends alike, I wish you a magical night.” You blow a tiny kiss to the crowd and exit the stage.

He wastes no time standing up from the table and making his way towards the back hallway where he knows a small dressing room awaits. He’s going to catch you before you even think about leaving.

He just barely catches Dante shouting out to his retreating frame. “Don’t fuck it up Capatin. I’ll never let you live it down.” He shakes his head and continues on with his mission.

You're making your way down the hall to the dressing room. You just want to grab your shit and hightail it the hell out of here so you can succumb to your wanton needs in the peace of your own home. You’ve just reached the door when a large warm hand glides across your waist, pulling you back and spinning you around.

Before you know it you're caged against the wall, staring up into Sy’s cerulean blue orbs. He has this wild look in his eyes that you've never seen before. Your heart is galloping in your chest so fast, you swear he can hear it as you hold his gaze.

“Who?” Rumbles out of his chest. 

“Who?” You throw back with confusion.

“The song Sunshine.” He lets out a breath that feels like he’s been holding on to. “Who were you singing that for?”

“Oh…” You bite your lip and look away, while you mull over the ramifications of confessing, preparing yourself for the worse. “Um. It was about you.” You mumble out.

“I want to make sure I heard you right, Omega. Say that again for me?” His voice is calm although his body is clearly strung tight.

You clear your throat, locking eyes with him once more as you speak with conviction. “You, Sy. Every word was for you.”

“Good.” He takes a step closer, his barrel of a chest grazing yours with each inhale.

“Good? Why is that good?” You inquire.

“Because I know you won't push me away when I do this.” Before you can respond with a sassy retort, he lifts your chin and presses his mouth to yours, kissing the breath out of you. 

It’s more than just a kiss, it’s a declaration that he’s going to make you his. You surrender to it. Melting into him and wrapping your hands around his biceps. He has one hand resting against the base of your throat while the other is gripping your waist, pulling you in closer. 

You finally pull apart, in desperate need of air. “Not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m done hiding how I feel about you. How your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He runs his nose along your neck, scenting you. “I know you're on the verge of your heat. You smell even more tasty than you did the night I came home and found you in your mama’s kitchen.”

“That would be your fault actually. I wasn't due a heat for another month.” You tease his beard with your fingers. “One good whiff of you and my body took over. Crying out for her Alpha.”

“Guess we’re true mates then, Sugar. I’ve been on the edge of my Rut all week after smelling you.” He nips your bottom lip. “That what you want, Omega? For me to make you mine? Am I the Alpha worthy enough to claim you?”

“Do you want to claim me, Sy?” You ask shyly. Not able to look him in the eye.

He turns your head to face him with his forefinger. “It’s all I’ve wanted for years. Since you presented, actually. I just thought I’d never get the chance because of your brother. Didn't want to ruin things for any of us.” 

“I know the feeling quite well.” You admit. 

“You do?” He does that cute little head tilt thing dogs do when they're confused.

“Yeah.” You nod your head, focused on his mouth instead of his eyes. “I’ve been drawn to you for as long as I can remember. I used to think it was just because you were around all the time, therefore your scent became safe and familiar. Until I presented and I found myself stealing any item of clothing you left behind or slept on to secretly hide in my nest. The amount of times I’ve attached my nose to your scent while going through a heat alone is embarrassing.”

He begins to purr. “Omega. I need you to look me in the eyes.”

Once your eyes meet his, you're lost in the black pools that have overtaken them and the sliver of blue that remains. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here but you're making it difficult to not pull you into that dressing room or out to my truck to show you just how much knowing I brought you comfort during your heats affects me.”

He pins you to the wall by his hips, allowing you to feel the hard steel trying to break free behind his zipper from your words. You grind against him and moan quietly. “Who says I need you to be a gentleman right now.” You pull him down to your mouth by his neck, almost touching your lips. 

“These panties are already ruined and I would really like to ride out my heat at home. Meet me there.” You kiss him and shimmy under his arm, shuffling into the dressing room to grab your purse before you head down the hall to the exit and out to your car. 

He wastes no time heading back to the table to let Dante know he’s leaving and he’ll check in with him later. Rushing to his truck, he barely catches you leaving the lot before he high tails it out of there and follows you home, hot on your heels. 

As soon as you cut your engine off he is already out of his truck and pulling you free from your car and over his shoulder. Smacking your ass on the way to the front door, where he turns to allow you to unlock it. As you're making your way inside, world upside down, you notice your nosy neighbor, Carol across the street mouth agape at what's happening. You wave at her and holler goodnight just as Sy turns and kicks the door closed, sending a wink her way.

Instead of taking you straight to your bedroom, like you expected him to do with all the hormones coursing through the both of you; Sy sets you down on your feet in the living room. You give him a look of bewilderment as he takes a seat on your couch. “I thought we were headed for my room to get a head of the heat curve.” You pout.

He crooks his fingers in a come hither fashion and pats his massive thigh. “Come here Sunshine. I just wanna make sure everything is clear and we’re on the same page before we’re lost to our baser instincts. I have no plans of stopping once I start. So while we are both of sound body and mind we need to be honest in what we want out of this.”

You feel a warmth engulf your chest as you listen to him speak about making sure this is what you want before you lose yourself to the pull of a knot. It solidifies how amazing of an Alpha, Sy is. It’s making your decision to follow your instincts the best course of action. Who cares what anyone else may think. You’re an adult after all and this is your life, you're done living it alone, pining for the one Alpha you thought you couldn't have. He’s here and apparently he always has been. Torturing himself with the same pining and doubts that you’ve had. It’s time to leave that behind though and leap head first into your future together.

You casually, well as casually as your nerves will allow, walk over to him and stand between his spread legs. He is having none of that though, gripping you by your waist and depositing you on his thighs so that you are straddling him, the high slit in your skirt agape. 

“That’s better.” He runs a finger along your jaw. “Now. Do you want to flat out tell me what you want? Or would you prefer I outright ask questions and you answer honestly?”

You place your hands on his abs to help balance yourself. “For fear of jumbling up my words out of nervousness I wouldn't mind answering questions. Less chance of me screwing  it up.” You chuckle quietly.

He nods his head. “That’s fine by me Sunshine.” He smiles warmly at you. “First. Your heat. How do you want me involved with that? Do you just want me to take the edge off so you can ride it out alone or do you want me to stick around for the duration?”

You clear your throat. “A bit of both. I want you to take the edge off but I don't want you to leave. I’d like to go through it together as I know your rut is close and I may trigger it.”

“You’re not wrong there, Omega. I’d be honored to help you through your heat. Have you ever had an Alpha aid you before?” He places a hand on your exposed thigh, high up where if he moved his finger just so, it’d graze you slick soaked panties.

You squirm from the sensation of warmth his skin brings. “No. I’ve always ridden out my heats alone. Just me, my nest and the inflatable knot dildo, Cora gifted me.”

He squeezes your thigh before skimming his index finger along the edge of your panties and pulling them aside. “That right Omega? You’ve never taken a real knot during your heat. Did you fuck yourself on a fake knot wishing it was me instead? You poor sweet little thing.” He slowly inserts two thick digits into your weeping slit. 

"Mmhmm Alpha. I was never truly satisfied with anyone. Knots didn't feel right. Thought something was wrong with me." You whimper out as your walls pulse with need around his fingers. 

"There’s nothing wrong with you, Sunshine. This tight little pussy" He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, groaning as the flavor hits his tongue. "That tastes like fucking heaven. Was made just for me. You're mine Omega and I'm going to prove it to you." 

He places you on the cushion next to him and gets down on his knees. He removes your skirt and panties, before spreading your thighs wide and letting out a deep growl. “Such a good little Omega for your big bad Alpha. All slick and ready for me.”

Before you can even blink he’s diving in, feasting on your sweet ambrosia, moaning and growling as he sets out to break you apart before he puts you back together on his knot. Circling his tongue around your engorged little clit and parting your swollen folds with his thick digits. Like the expert marksman that he is, he finds that sweet spongy spot that has you seeing stars rather quickly.

In under two minutes, sooner than you could have anticipated, your crying out and coming on his tongue. Coating his beard and fingers in your honey sweet nectar as you ride out your orgasm. 

You can’t help but to kiss his gorgeous face, when he lifts his head, tasting yourself on his tongue. As you move to sit back, you grab the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body, before yanking your own off. You're frantically seeking out his warmth to soothe your now aching muscles. Whimpering and whining until his exposed chest meets yours.

“I got you Omega.” He rubs your back as he holds you in his arms. “Heats starting to kick in now huh? Starting to feel achy and needed?”

You just nod against his chest. “I need your words, Omega.”

“Yes, Alpha. Want my nest.” You speak into his chest hair.

“Okay sugar. I’ll bring you to your nest. Is it already made?” He softly speaks, continuing to soothe you.

“I need to add some things for it to be perfect. It’s in my room. I started to make it on my bed before I left for the BBQ. Thought I’d have more time before it set in.” You whine.

“Shhh. Shh. It’s ok omega. We’ll go get it sorted. How about you tell me what you need and I’ll set you in your makeshift nest while I gather them up for you. That sound good?” He hugs you tighter.

“Please. I just need a couple blankets from the hall closest and your shirt.” You manage to get out.

“My shirt?” He purrs. “You want my scent in your nest Omega?”

“Please” You clutch his waist tighter. 

He kisses your forehead and grabs his shirt from the floor placing it in your hands as he proceeds to scoop you up in a bridal hold and carry you to your room. He sits you in the middle of your bed, where you quickly begin rearranging things to your liking while he heads back out into the hall to grab the blankets you requested.

A naughty little idea comes to you as you get your nest to a suitable place while you wait for the rest to be brought in. With a mischievous grin on your face you turn around, arch your back and lift your hips high into the air. Presenting your glistening folds and slick thighs to the door that your Alpha will be walking through any moment now. 

Sy stops in his tracks upon seeing the Omega of his dreams presenting before him in her nest. Your thick and sweet scent engulfing the room. His already hard dick thickens further in his jeans and the thin hold he had on his impending rut is obliterated.

“Omega.” He takes a step into the room, unbuckling his pants, to relieve some of the pressure before he breaks his zipper. “ Fuck you look so damn beautiful like this. Presenting so beautifully for me. An open invitation to fill you up with my knot.”

He’s made his way to the bed, pants and boxer briefs discarded along the way.  Placing his large hands on your ass, he spreads your cheeks, exposing your swollen lips to the cool air of the bedroom. He can’t help but to sneak a quick lick from clit to hole, growling at the sweet taste of you on his tongue.

“Might want to grab onto something, Omega. You’ve triggered my rut. It might get rough. But I know you can take it, cus you're made for me. I’m gonna make this so good for you Sunshine, I promise.”

“Please, Alpha. Need your knot.” You try and wiggle your hips in his iron grip, seeking out some relief.

“I know, baby. I got you. Take a deep breath for me.” He requests.

You take in a lungful of air as Sy slowly sinks in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against your ass while you adjust to his massive girth. The pleasured pain of his thick cock kissing your cervix, instantly sets you off, keening as you orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head as you let the aftershocks take over.

“Fuck! Did you just come from me sliding in, Omega? Your Alpha’s cock feels that good to your greedy little pussy couldn't help itself?” He grits out.

You just absently nod your head and whimper. “Yes. Feels so good. More. Need more. Move please, Alpha.”

All you hear is a deep growl before his hips slide back and he begins a brutal pace. Pulling you back on to his cock by your hips while he pummels your cunt with ferality. There is sure to be bruises adorning your skin from his possessive grip and you can’t  wait to admire them for the days to come.

He’s intense to say the least. Spouting out filth and vulgarity as he absolutely destroys your pussy. He has you so cock drunk that you can’t formulate anything other than guttural moans and screams, as you continue to come over and over again.

You imagine his stamina is probably great under normal circumstances. Clearly his rut takes the cake though because this stamina is of epic proportions. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve gushed on his cock at this point. The sheets are most certainly ruined from the pool of slick that has accumulated.

Just when you feel like you might pass out before his knot pops, he swivels his hips and changes up the tempo. Sneaking a hand around to tease your engorged and over sensitive little button. His other wraps around your throat and pulls you back against his chest. 

“Give me one more Omega. I can feel how close you are, baby. Wanna feel your tight little pussy choking my knot when I finally claim what’s mine. Come on. Be a good girl. Come for your Alpha.” He grunts out as his hips piston in and out of you. 

As if his command was all you needed, you plunge headfirst over the edge into a mind numbing orgasm. A kaleidoscope of colors dancing before your eyes as his knot inflates and he buries himself deeper. He growls into your neck as his own orgasm takes over, bathing your walls in his cum, locking you both together. You can't help but whine and writhe as he suckles a deep hickey along your neck, where he WILL eventually leave his bite. 

It’s a promise of what's to come as he courts you properly. For now he gently gathers you close and lays you both on your sides. Careful to not pull where you are currently joined until further notice. His fingers trace along your torso as he places soft kisses against your skin. Before you succumb to the pull of sleep you swear you hear him whisper out. “I can’t believe you're finally mine.” 

The next three days are spent in a haze of pheromones, catering to the needs of your designations as you ride out your mutual cycles together. Your combined scents permeate your home in their thick aroma, even after your needs have died down and the real world creeps back in.  

Sy has you wrapped in his strong arms in the kitchen as he prepares to head back home. Now that he’s had you he takes every opportunity to feel your skin on his in any way he can.

“Sunshine.” He looks down into your sweet eyes. “I know we just spent three days locked together but I would really like to take you out Friday night.” 

“Are you asking me on a proper date Captain?” You tease.

“Damn right I am. So what do you say, Sugar? Can I take you out?” 

“Yes please. I would love nothing more than to spend my Friday night with you.” You place a light kiss to his adams apple, eliciting a purr from him.

“I’m gonna get out of here and let you get ready for work before I pull you back into that comfy nest of yours.” He lifts your chin up and places a soft kiss to your lips before heading to the front door and letting himself out. “See ya Friday Sunshine.”

Friday Evening…

The date has been so sweet and simple. Just like the Alpha who organized it. You’re so glad he understood how much you really love the simpler things in life, like dinner at your favorite hole in the wall diner and a movie of your choosing with all the snacks you can dream of. It’s been a great night to say the least.

Now you're parked in your driveway in Sy’s truck, engaged in an epic goodnight kiss. You go to move onto his lap and he stops you. “That wasn't what tonight was about, Omega. I wanted to make sure you knew how serious I was about being your Alpha. There will be plenty of time to be naughty in the future. Trust me it's hard as hell but it’s worth it.” He kisses your lips once more.

He wasn't kidding when we said it was hard, if the large bulge in his jeans is anything to go by. You can’t help but lightly run your fingers along his hardon and bite your lip. 

“Come on, Sunshine. You know what you do to me when you bite those delectable lips like that.” He pulls your lip free. 

“Sorry. I can’t help it sometimes.” You look at him all doe eyed and innocent, as your mind is filled with nothing but all the filthy things you wish you two were doing right now. You need to get yourself out of this enclosed space with this mouthwatering scent before you beg him to come inside.

“Are you coming to my mom's for family dinner Sunday?” You ask.

He looks at you quizzically. “Of course. Why?”

“Would you like to go together? We can rip the band aid off and let them know we're a couple.”  

“So, does that make me your boyfriend now, Sugar?” He smirks. 

“Well you’re my Alpha aren't you? I’d say boyfriend is easily implied with that title. Well, unless one is married. Or not into labels…” You start rambling.

He laughs at your cuteness. “Sunshine, baby I get it. I’m your man. Damn proud of it too. I’ll pick you up on Sunday and we can take my truck to your mom’s together.”

You smile as wide as the Cheshire cat. “Perfect. Can’t wait. I better get inside and see if mom needs me to bring anything Sunday.” You lean over to kiss him. “Goodnight Alpha.” 

He growls and swats you on the ass as you get out of the truck. “Night Omega. Be good.”

Sunday Evening...

Pulling up to your childhood home you find yourself with a sudden rush of nerves. What kind of reaction will you receive when you walk in, tucked under Sy’s arm. Ever the observant man, your Alpha catches on to the shift in your mood. He gets out of the truck and proceeds to open your door. Leaning in he gently grabs your face and places a kiss to each cheek, your forehead and finally your lips. 

“I know your mind is running wild with the ‘what ifs’ and nothing I can say is going to change that.” He unbuckles you and pulls you down out onto the pavement. “So all I’m going to tell you is, no matter what happens in there, we’ll handle it together. I’m not going anywhere. I finally have you and if I have anything to do with it, I’m never letting you go.” 

“Thank you.” You kiss his chin. “That’s just what I needed to hear. Let’s do this.”

You walk hand and hand up the walkway, through the screen door and into the house. Dante is sitting in the living room with an Omega you recognize from the BBQ last weekend. “Ma! Pippy and Sy are finally here. Can we please eat now!”

“Quit your hollering boy! We’ll eat when I say we eat. Did you introduce your guest to your sister?” She yells back from the kitchen.

“He most certainly did not!” You respond before turning to the pretty woman next to your idiot brother. “Hello! It’s nice to formally meet you…”

“Letti.” She says with a smile. 

“Letti.” You smile back. “You can call me Sunny. The only one who calls me Pippy is this man child.”

“Nice ta see ya again Letti.” Sy tips his head in her direction.

“You know each other?” You question.

“We met last week at the BBQ. I went with them to watch you perform at Maxwells. You were amazing by the way.” She answers.

“Thank you. I really love being on that stage.”

“It shows.”

At this time your mother calls all of you into the dinning room. She’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit next to Sy on her right side, leaving Dante to sit with Letti on the other. Your mother glances at both sides of the table and quietly smirks to herself. 

“Dante I’m glad you decided to bring someone other than Sy to dinner. And such a lovely one at that.”

“Ma ya act like I’ve never brought a girl home before.”

“Yeah, but they usually don't pass the front door.” You speak up as you serve yourself.

“Ok Pippy. Wanna rag on me. Fine. Wanna share why you two came in holding hands and are practically cuddled up at this table right now.” He snarks back, thinking he’s got you.

With your brother's attempt at trying to best you, your nerves from earlier have seemed to evaporate. “We’re together. He’s my Alpha and I couldn't be happier about it. We were going to officially announce it tonight anyway but thanks for speeding that process up for us.”

You glance over to the burly Alpha sitting beside you as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and pulls your chair closer to his, kissing you on the head. Your mother claps gleefully at the show of affection, having forgotten her son's faux pa.  

"Finally! I thought you'd never get your heads out of your asses and give in to your instincts." She spouts. “I was worried I’d have to pull something sneaky like in those Rom Com movies to get you together before I was too old to enjoy my grandkids.”

“Wait. You wanted them together Ma? Even though he’s my best friend and is older than her.” 

“They’re true mates honey. Can’t you tell that. Plus he is a wonderful man. Loyal to boot too based on how long he waited to finally go after his Omega because he didn't want to risk losing your friendship. Isn’t that right Sy?” She gives him that ‘I know all’ look that Moms have.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He beams that scruffy smile at her. “I knew coming back home for good meant that I wouldn't have an excuse to not go for it. Glad to say I’m overjoyed with the quick turnaround. Now I get to woo her and show her how worthy I am to be privileged enough to one day claim her proper.” He wink’s down at you.

“Come on man. Don’t talk about claiming my sister at the table. I’m trying to eat here.” Dante whines. 

“I think it’s sweet.” Letti knocks into his shoulder. “Gives me hope there’s someone out there for everyone.”

“Don’t you worry about that sweetie.” Your mother chimes in nonchalantly. “Your next. My son may be dense but I’m not. My Sunny and Sy aren’t the only true mates at this table.” She chuckles to herself and continues eating.

You burst out in laughter at your brother's stunned face, which sets Sy off as well. Chaos ensues at the table, like it always does and you can’t help but think you wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except maybe with a few little ones added to the mix. 

[chososbabymama]

shybassist!choso x blk reader; MDNI!!

[CW// referenced child abuse, swearing, implied NSFW]

gege been deprivin us of choso content so i made my own !

this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i want it gONE

ShyBassistChoso who first sees you at a gig his band played at. it was at a local festival and your best friend was a huge fan of them and their lead singer, satoru. as soon as you had seen choso, something about him... intrigued you. the domineering energy that stemmed from his appearance was a complete opposite of his actions. as he fiddled with his base, it was almost as if he was trying to make himself smaller. you started to look a little harder at him. the way the cutoff t-shirt hugged his frame in a way that left you wondering what it looked like off. the way the dark material of the cargo pants made his legs seem miles long. but what mad you coo internally were the cute little twin pigtails that sat neatly atop his head. everything about the bass player made you want to know more. shoulders hunched in concentration, you couldn't help but peer even closer at him from your spot as he tuned and plucked the stings with an arousing expertise. as if he could feel your lustfully curious gaze, the man lifted his head and scanned the crowd before meeting your gaze. his dark orbs widened in surprise at your intensity. you've never been subtle about the things you want... and you thought it best to make that known. so you wriggle manicured fingers in his direction and flash a wide grin in hopes he'd respond. as soon as the man realized your attention was TRULY on him, his whole face flushed into the prettiest shade of pink you had ever seen before he looked back down as his bass and started to fiddle with it.. it was then you knew, you HAD to have him.

ShyBassistChoso who felt the heat of your gaze on him throughout the WHOLE set. at first he thought it was the heat from the stage lights, but as he continuously locked eyes with you between songs, the burning sensation in his ears hadnt gone away. you made choso nervous, and that fuckin terrified him. the last person he'd chosen to get romantically involved with had done great harm to him and his family (something choso didn't take lightly at all). so when you and your friend had gotten backstage passes to meet the band, his anxiety was through the roof. now that you were in their dressing room he had a better view of you and god you were just so fuckin pretty. the long floral skirt your wore had slipped down your waist a bit from all the movement in the crowd, revealing a sliver of your tummy. your two-toned black and red lips were coated in a generous amount of gloss. i wonder if she tastes sweet... choso swallowed hard, hands twitching with a fierce desire to touch. by the time you had introduced yourself to the other 4 choso had calmed down enough to stop his hands from sweating, but fuck his ears were still so red... you had stood in front of him with a warm smile on your face before sticking a hand out for him to shake.

'hi, im y/n. i really liked your set earlier! best show i've been to in a while.'

choso had quickly wiped his hand on his pants again for quick measure before grabbing yours. the soft pads of your fingers were a comforting contrast to his calloused palms, run down from years of practice.

'h-hi. im choso, i play bass... i really a-appreciate you coming, it means a lot to me- us! i mean us...'

choso once again felt his body grow warm as you threw back your head and let out a surprised laugh. your smile had gotten even wider as you stared at him with interested eyes.

'im glad i could make it then, i love supporting local artists. my best friend has a thing for gojo... as you can see'

you had pointed to the side where your friend was sitting next to gojo, LITERALLY twirling her braids as he spoke lowly in her ear. you roll your eyes fondly before turning back to choso, seeing him flicker his gaze up and down at you made your head tilt in confusion. what's he doing... his pigtails shook as he coughed nervously and reached to scratch the back of his neck.

's-so who are you... into... in the band?' he managed to make eye contact with you for all of 2 seconds before he shyly avoided your shocked gaze.

as you processed his words you took a mental assessment of the man in front of you. you could see this embarrassment had spread all the way to the back of his neck. from what you could tell during his time on stage, choso is a man filled with passion. seeing the way his eyes lit up during solos and accompaniments from his fellow bandmates was exhilarating. the way he expertly strummed his bass, it was almost as easy as breathing for him. he may not have been the lead singer, but choso dominated the stage in a way that made you wanna serve the pussy on a platter al dente.

ShyBassistChoso who as soon as the set was over, became... so fuckin soft? not in a toxic-masculinity kinda way! but in a overwhelming way that made you wanna scream and punch a wall. when the group began unpackin on stage, the crowd saw a small blur of pink hair zip through and fling itself on the platform.

'BIG BROTHER THAT WAS SO COOL!!!' you and everyone else in the building watched as choso easily slung his bass behind his back before opening his arms; catching a little boy with pink hair, wild eyes, and the cutest smile on his face.

everyone audibly coo'd at the sweet display, watching the little guy wrap his arms around his brothers neck and nuzzle into him. the look that choso gave his little brother was a sight to see. eyes once filled with adrenaline held nothing but fondness for the pinkette in his arms. cocky smirk falling into a small gentle smile, booming vocals being replaced with a deep gentle tone filled with love. choso was responding to his brother with matched enthusiasm, ruffling his hair before putting him on his shoulders and continuing to unpack while entertaining the little guy. it was something that filled your chest with warmth, watching the way choso handled the boy was enough to want to know more.

he's a family man... i could provide....

even now as you maintained conversation with choso, you could tell he was still keeping a watchful eye of his little brother bouncing around the room. is wasn't long before he made his way back to his brother, climbing and getting comfortable on choso's lap. he looked toward you with wide eyes, looking at you with a sense of wonder you only see in children. he quickly fixed a bright smile on his face and stuck out a hand.

"hi! im yuuji, choso's my big brother! you're really pretty, are you a gift from god?" the way he was completely serious...

you had covered your mouth to conceal your amusement, but choso could see your wide smile no matter how much you tried to hide it.

"no sweetheart i'm sorry, im not. why would you think that?" you giggled, yuuji really was adorable. you bent down to meet his gaze and tilt your head in fond confusion.

he raised his finger up and spoke with childlike authority,

"well uncle 'toru said that pretty people like him 'could only be a gift from god' so i thought you must be like uncle!" your head jerks back in surprise and you laugh as choso whips his head to glare at his bandmate (satoru was pointedly ignoring choso and he continued to speak casually with your friend... is he starting to sweat..?).

"i-i'm so sorry... sometimes i'm not there to monitor what they say around him. they love him no doubt... but gojo is the most unserious person i've ever met, so i can't say im surprised honestly."

choso had begun to laugh with you and yuuji had decided to entertain himself by playing with some drumsticks he picked up. as you watched choso reposition his brother to make sure he was secure you decided to answer his question.

"well... to answer your question-" choso's head snapped up quickly and he gazed at you eagerly... how cute.

"-im into this one guy in your band. tall... dark hair... really good with music..." choso slumped slightly, thinking you were referring to suguru, the drummer. untill he heard you continue,

"he also has the coolest tattoo across his nose and the sweetest little brother who called me a 'gift from god', i was actually thinkin about askin for his number, you think i have a shot?"

ShyBassistChoso who had once again flushed, but this time he was not nearly as nervous. he'd always been someone who valued his family more than anything, found included. his ex-partners had never completely understood that about him. and poor yuuji would try his best to get along with those people, but children aren't stupid. they know when they're not wanted. choso's last boyfriend had been particularly nasty, saying terrible things to yuuji and even going so far as to threaten him with physical violence in order to damage their relationship. after that, yuuji had changed. he was withdrawn and would hold himself back, not wanting get in the way of his brothers happiness. it came to a head when choso came home early to see his ex push yuuji to the ground, he'd raised his hand the smack the boy too but by then choso had flown forward and beat the shit out of the man. his ex tried to excuse his shitty behavior, citing several times that yuuji was a bother but choso wasn't having it. told the bastard to get out of his house and never come back (choso had taken all his ex's stuff out the apartment and burned it in a fire before sending him a picture of it an blocking his number, but not before taking the bastard to court and pressing charges).

ShyBassistChoso who watched you ruffle yuuji's hair (with his permission of course) with the softest smile on your face. you were usually awkward with kids, but yuuji was easy to talk to. seeing you with him made him feel...warm.

after all, he IS a family man....

maybe it was too early to say, but something about the way that you handled yuuji made him soft in ways he couldn't really explain. maybe things with you could be good. better, even. ever since that last bastard choso has done everything he could to make sure yuuji knew that nothing was more important than him... but maybe there was room for one more? choso closed that part of himself off a while ago, but meeting you has given him a small sense of...hope? yuuji had begun to play an interesting game of patty-cake (that he totally didn't just make up) with you, and you were gladly entertaining him.

ShyBassistChoso looked towards you and decided that he was done shying away from new possibilities. he smiled in your direction,

"yeah.. i think you have a real good shot."

THE END

[daisybianca]

INSTAGRAM AU

Daniel Ricciardo

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[not-goldy]

God I can't really stand JK anymore.

Everything regarding him went a downhill since 2023. The way he behaved changed a lot.. LIKE A LOT now he's way cockier as if no one in the whole world can top him and he doesn't need to listen to anyone giving even good advises, how he used to present himself and looked changed drastically now he looks like a junkie, how he used to perform changed so much now he doesn't half half the energy or stage presence and doesn't give af about making mistake a ton times while before he used to perform with extreme perfection. He's listening to their PR teams too much like where did I go live when I miss fans went ? Now he's listening to their cheap promo tricks. His work ethics is completely opposite from what BTS was.. he's working with payola king of the whole industry and buying success. Releasing a 100 version and a western collab with some B grade pop artist. The songs he releasing are basically shit now when he used to release magic shop, film out, your eyes tell and still with you kind of gems.

The ONLY thing connecting me to him now is Jimin. There's no way to avoid JK when you are a Jimin stan. But i'm WAITING for the day Jimin finally open his eyes and get out of this toxic relationship so I don't want to put up with him anymore.

You see, your problem is that Jungkook is not Jimin. That's your problem. Half way through your comment, I smiled to myself and I thought well this Anon would certainly love Jimin then if these are the qualities they looking for in an idol. only to get to the end of the Ask to find out you actually do like Jimin💀

That complicates things for me.

Where should I even begin

There's nothing wrong with having a preference. There's nothing wrong with having a bias.

I'm not gonna come for your throat on this.

You prefer Jimin's work ethics and prefer how seriously he takes his public relations, how he puts on effort and that's alright.

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HATE JUNGKOOK just because he's not YOUR PREFERENCE.

If you keep that up you and I gon have a problem.

Do I think Jungkook can take a page or two out of the Jimin idol manual? Sure.

As much as I looove seeing Jungkook live his life on his own terms not giving a fuck what anyone cares- some times, in certain areas I do think he could use that self regulation.

Yet on the other hand, I don't find Jimin's over regulation appealing either. I've ever said his kumbaya persona, caring too much what others think, trying to be perfect, self regulated, evolved, controlling his words, his attention, being overly polite, smiling when he should be cussing people out all in the name of his consciousness of the fact he is an idol really REALLY FRUSTRATES ME.

Jimin struggles with this. The never mind tattoos, the song lyrics yearning for freedom, set me free- where do you think that comes from?

I don't know how we can call ourselves stans and not sense some of these things: the members constantly telling him not to care what people would think, to do whatever he wants,- even Jungkook openly reminding him HE IS AN ADULT and shouldn't care about certain things.

Jungkook is good for Jimin and Jimin is good for Jungkook.

Jimin is the leash and restrain Jungkook needs and Jungkook is the freedom Jimin craves.

Please don't come for jikook I'll paint you and it ain't going to be pretty.

Also remember, this is a human being you are talking about. He is not an alien. He is human just like you. That vitriol and animosity towards him is so not necessary.

I can't help you unhate him.

But please, be a good human.

He is a relatively young man navigating overwhelming situations. I personally think going solo has taught him so much and there is much more he'd learn along the way.

And please, it's slander to say he half ass his performance- have you seen his tiktok? THE THIBGS HE CAN DO WITH HIS WAIST- MY GOD!

Oh and did you see Tae's smoke challenge? I may or may not be addicted to the part he wines his waist- lolay lolay lolay

Sorry I had to go and watch that clip again.

Liste, the point I'm making here is, It's his journey and his choice to decide the type of idol he wants to be. You may like it or you may not. That's a you problem. However he's responsible for his own reputation and his own success in the industry and I think he is still learning to hone his values and filter his choices through those values.

Give that man a break .

AND FREE JUNGKOOK.

Peace out

[hoffmanxfurthermore]

Deadly Fun

Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman x reader.

Content: stranger sex, hookup, present day, knife play, afab reader, p in v penetration, oral (f receiving), KNIFE PLAY(like seriously don't read if you're sensitive to stuff like this)

Word count: 1.8k

Author's Note: holy crap I write something other than Mark Hoffman what? So this takes place present day, in the age of cell phones and dating apps. This is slightly inspired by a tiktok i saw a while back of what Patrick would be saying if American Psycho took place present day. Also a while back I read a fanfic, can't remember who wrote it, of Patrick getting mad at something and using a knife on his partner. So also slightly inspired by that too. Enjoy! Also peep the Ice Nine Kills reference.

It's a hot Thursday afternoon in June, and you find yourself alone in your apartment, craving something different. Something that would push your boundaries and satisfy your deepest desires. As you scroll through a certain dating app in your phone, you come across the profile of a man named Patrick, a 27-year-old with dark brown hair and a slender build, dressed in a nice business suit. Swiping right on his profile, you're immediately met with "it's a match!"

Never being one to send the first message, you place your phone on your bedside table and crack open a book. Within seconds, your phone buzzes with a new message.

The more you two message each other, the more your interest is piqued. After agreeing to meet at his place, you change your clothes. The lazy sweats and big t shirt come off, replaced with a black cocktail dress, black stockings, and a pair of black pumps. You spend an hour on your hair and makeup, hoping to make the best impression on Patrick.

Texting him that you're on your way, you climb into your Uber that takes you across town to his apartment. Upon arrival, you remove your shoes at his request.

His apartment is spotless, not a spec of dust on any surface, his furniture arranged perfectly, like a model home for selling. If you'd stepped into this place with no one else here, you wouldn't think someone actually lived here.

Patrick leads you to the nice leather couch, pouring you a glass of red wine, which he delicately places on a coaster upon the coffee table. In person, he is even more handsome, making you nervous. His warm brown eyes have your knees weak as you converse with him, just getting to know one another.

Standing up, he makes his way towards the huge stereo system on the other side of his living room. It's old fashioned, you hadn't seen one like that since the one your father had when you were just a kid.

"Do you like Ice Nine Kills?" He asks, holding up a disc as he switches the stereo on.

"Not really," you admit. You never really got onto the whole metal scene. All the screaming just made no sense to you. You're more of a softer, easy listening type of girl.

"Their early work was a little bit too scene for me, but when The Silver Scream came out, I think they really came into their own. Commercially and artistically. The whole album has a refined, melodic sensibility that really makes it a cut above the rest."

Clicking a few buttons on a remote control as he sits back next to you, he smiles at you as a song begins playing. Not your thing, but you listen attentively, giving it another chance. It's a track you haven't heard before.

"Is this about that movie, Saw?" You ask as the song is about half over.

"The Jig Is Up," he smiles at you, "my favourite song on the album."

His charming smile and intense gaze send shivers down your spine. You two sit on the couch, chatting and flirting, and the tension between you builds with every passing minute. As the wine flowed, so too did your inhibitions. Your heart races as you lean in closer, your breath warm on Patrick's neck.

"I've been wanting this all night," you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear. "Take me, now."

Patrick seems taken aback by your sudden advance, but nonetheless, he smiles.

With a growl, Patrick pulls you onto his lap, crushing your mouths together in a passionate kiss. Within seconds, your dress is unzipped and pulled off of your body, leaving you in only a pair of black lace panties and matching thigh-high stockings. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts and pulling at your nipples roughly. You moan and arch your back to offer yourself to him. Your hands fumble with his belt, desperate to free his throbbing cock from the confines of his trousers.

In one swift motion, Patrick stands up, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. He carries you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. The wine is left forgotten as you fall onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Patrick's hands wander, exploring every inch of your body. He cups your ass, squeezes your thighs, and traces the outlines of your pussy through your soaked panties. You undo his tie, throwing it to the ground as you frantically start undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"Watch it," he snaps, jumping off the bed, "it's a Dunhill. Very expensive." Scooping the tie off the floor, he folds it neatly before placing it onto the dark wooden dresser that rests along the wall. You watch as he slowly undresses, till he's wearing nothing but his skin. Your eyes scan his body, slim and toned, as you lick your lips and stare at him with your "fuck me" eyes.

Climbing on top of you, his lips make contact with your neck, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. Taking that as encouragement, his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

"Fuck..." You gasp.

Writhing beneath him, you feel desperate for release. With a wicked glint in his eye, Patrick reaches into the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a knife. Your eyes widen at the sight, your breath quickening as a mix of fear and excitement courses through your veins.

"Trust me..." he whispers.

Patrick runs the sharp edge gently down your bare chest, following the curve of your breasts before sliding it lower, teasing your taut stomach.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about this," he whispers hoarsely, his breath hot on your skin. "Seeing that look in your eyes as I play with my knife, it drives me wild."

Whimpering, your body trembles as Patrick lightly drags the flat of the blade over your sensitive nipples, teasing them to hard peaks. The cold steel contrasts with the warmth of your flesh, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You squirm, desperate for more. Patrick obliges, dragging the knife slowly down your body, over your belly, the tip dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

With slow, deliberate movements, Patrick slides the knife under the elastic, slicing through the fabric with ease. The sharp tip of the knife grazes just above your clit, causing you to gasp. You lift your hips, helping him remove the shredded remnants of your underwear. The stockings stay on your legs, and Patrick takes a moment to admire the view.

Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, his warm breath caressing your sensitive skin. Moaning, your hips buck involuntarily as you crave his touch. Patrick smiles against your skin, the knife still in his hand, as he drags the tip lightly down your slit, spreading your wetness.

"Such a delicious sight," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is so wet and ready for me, baby."

With that, he plunges his tongue into you, licking and sucking at your swollen clit while a single finger enters your dripping cunt. Crying out, your hands tangle in his hair as you pull him closer. The combination of his skilled tongue and the danger of the knife heighten your senses, taking your pleasure to new heights.

As your impending orgasm builds, Patrick adds a second finger, stretching you, filling you.

"You're so tight.. fuck..." he grunts between licks.

He pumps his fingers in and out, scissoring them to touch every sensitive spot. You arch your back off the bed as you moan, pleading for more.

"Please, don't stop," you beg, your voice hoarse with need, "I'm so close, Patrick, you're gonna make me cum... please make me cum..."

Obeying your demand, Patrick increases the pace, adding a third finger to stretch your pussy further. He curls his fingers, searching for that magic spot, and when he finds it, you scream. Your body shakes uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, your orgasm more intense than anything you have ever felt before.

But Patrick isn't done yet. As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, he positions himself between your legs, ready to claim you with his cock. With one smooth thrust, he penetrates you, filling you completely. You gasp as your eyes roll back in your head, feeling his length buried deep within you.

Patrick begins to move, slowly at first, pulling out until just the tip remains inside before slamming back into you. Raising your hips, you meet his thrusts with your own, your nails digging into his back as you whine for more. The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, along with the grunts and moans of pleasure.

Reaching down, Patrick picks up the knife, pressing it gently against your throat as he fucks you hard. The cold steel contrasts with the heat of your joined bodies, providing a deliciously dangerous sensation. Staring at his face with wide eyes, your breath hitches in your throat.

"That's it, baby," Patrick growls, "Take it all. My cock... and my knife.... they're yours."

The passion escalates as Patrick quickens his pace, thrusting harder and faster. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still. You can't get enough, you want more.

"Cum for me," you cry out desperately, "Fill me with your hot load."

Your words send Patrick over the edge. With a roar, he releases, jetting his warm cum deep inside you. Feeling his cock pulse as he cums triggers another orgasm deep within your core. Your bodies shudder together as you ride out the intense release. The knife, resting beside you, now forgotten as your passion consumes both of you entirely.

Collapsing onto your heaving chest, Patrick gasps for breath, his spent cock still buried inside you. Running your fingers through his hair, matted with sweat, your body glows with satisfaction.

"That was..." you begin, struggling to find the words.

"Incredible," Patrick finishes your sentence, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"I knew you'd be intense," you giggle, "but this..." You gesture towards the knife on the bed. "I didn't think I'd be into that."

A smile plays on your lips as you trace the contours of Patrick's strong back.

"There's more where that came from," Patrick promises, his tone laced with lust, "Much more."

And as you lie there, sated and spent, the night was still young, full of endless possibilities and untamed pleasures yet to be explored.

Patrick quickly rises and begins dressing.

"You need to go, I gotta go do something." He looks determined. Like he's about to be late for something.

"What is it?" You ask, confused at his sudden change of tone.

"I have to return some videotapes."

[pardonmydelays]

what do you love the most about twenty one pilots?

i fucking love this question, but there's no easy answer to it. i guess i'm gonna have to try tho, because sometimes i feel like maybe some of you don't really understand WHY i totally changed my entire blog when clancy came out (it's kinda like me loving this band was my biggest secret for such a long time, idk. i still remember how a few months before it i've mentioned something and anix literally yelled at me like "WHY THE FUCK YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU LIKE TWENTY ONE PILOTS" lmao. anyway).

first of all, no one has ever made me feel so seen and understood. there's real magic in tyler joseph's lyrics, you might hate me for what i'm about to say right now, but speaking of tortured poets - for me it's not taylor, it's tyler. and the scariest part of it all is that i very often relate to his lyrics. but that's also beautiful - it's therapeutic in a way. so when clancy came out and i realized i relate to pretty much EVERY song on this record, i just thought to myself, oh lord, how did i survive this long without their music. it's always been them for me. i will never abandon them again, i swear.

second thing, the lore. you all know i'm a slut for stories told through music (*cough* musical theatre *cough*). also, if the plot of the story is complex and weird as fuck, there's a pretty big chance it will become my favourite thing in the world. the entire lore is an insane metaphor for mental health struggles so, obviously, i can find a part of myself in it. i would die for their lore, honestly. it's all i can think about. and clancy will always be my fucking blorbo.

another thing i love a lot about them, and it's something you don't really see if you don't watch their interviews or live performances, they are literally just two dudes. both josh and tyler have always been very anxious and awkward and weird and that's what makes them more human in my opinion - just two fucking idiots who are best friends, lmao. they are so relatable in every possible way. they are also the funniest dudes in the entire world. and their friendship is so fucking beautiful. the only difference between us and them, truly, is that they are extremely talented and they have their own band.

also, they care about the clique so fucking much, this was probably mentioned on my blog before (maybe even today in a previous ask). they don't care about the charts, about awards, about anything really, all they care about is their music and fans. they don't do it to be the best band in the world. they do it to save lives - our lives as much as their own (if it wasn't for this music i don't know how i would have fought this). and that's what makes them different and honestly, better than the other artists.

they are also pretty much unproblematic. i wasn't really sure if i should mention that, but i feel like i need to. tyler joseph made one stupid mistake a few years ago - the way people reacted to this still breaks my fucking heart. he realized he was wrong tho, he apologized. the other day i saw a post here on tumblr about how he's fucking problematic and racist and the worst man on the planet etc etc. can we... fucking stop, please. it was just a stupid joke and he knows it was dumb and unnecessary. most people wouldn't even apologize, but he did. end of story. i will defend him with my life (not saying he is perfect, but shit, if you want to cancel him for one mistake maybe you should look at yourself first).

i feel like there are thousand different reasons but i'm just gonna stop here, because it's too fucking long already and no one will read it anyway.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

He put crack in this song.

Does anyone else sit with the fact that, besides the choir, every voice heard on Set Me Free Pt 2 belongs to Jimin?

(Jimin, the man you are...)

You know, I used to wonder why Yoongi chose Tony Montana as the song to have Jimin rap on. This was way back, when I didn't really pay attention to Jimin, and I felt Jimin should be the last person to feature on a track like that. Tony Montana is one of the most disgusting songs in Yoongi's discography. It's so nasty. I'm talking gutter trap, filthy distortion... not even Yankie (the original featuring artist) could do that beat justice, and that's the song Yoongi gave Jimin.

Yoongi knew...

(He's an animal)

Yoongi knew that Jimin would work magic on a track like Tony Montana, and be fully in his element. Jimin is very similar to Yoongi in that way, and this is even more clear after SMF Pt 2. Yoonmin both use autotune to represent the voices in their heads, to colour whole personalities, to exhibit their alter-egos, both benevolent and malicious. Yoongi's mastery of that tool has only enhanced his credibility as an MC, and if there's any member who can one day match Yoongi's proficiency in using that stylistic tool, it's Jimin. Because already, with his first ever song as a solo artist, Jimin has painted such an arresting picture using that tool.

When SMF Pt 2 first dropped, I thought there were only two voices in the song: the autotuned voice saying Jimin's inner thoughts, and the normal voice singing the topline of the song. Now, I hear four distinct voices:

The voice representing reckless ambition - “I never stop, I never stop / Ah yeah, ah yeah”

The voice representing impatience and anger - "Hey fool, just get out of my way / Shut up, fuck off / I’m on my way"

The voice representing the exponent - "Enemy / Better be"

The voice representing clarity, acceptance, and triumph - "날 비웃어도 멈추지 않아"

Even with the autotune, Jimin uses it in three very different ways to express three different voices in his head - all of which are wholly Jimin, but he closes off the whole affair in his own voice, the one that's least processed on the song, the voice that represents his triumph and determination to forge his own path.

(Called it)

It's been weeks and I'm still obsessed with Jimin's delivery of those voices. His voice is addicting. No member in BTS can sing "Fuck all your opps" the way Jimin does.

Speaking of opps...

I've seen your asks about our old friend, William, and I haven't responded because a big part of me doesn't care. I don't want to be dismissive of the people who are angry that William excluded ~100k units in sales for Jimin (and Jimin only, going by the placements of other k-artists on the chart) in the second week of tracking. I agree with you that it's annoying because as it always is with BTS, the rules have been selectively applied, Jimin's work and achievement has been made to look less legitimate, and this is happening while the same organization highlights and celebrates other k-artists who haven't just fallen off the chart, but also performed poorly in critics reviews, so a.k.a. mediaplay.

I feel the frustration too but at the same time, when has the playing field ever been equal for BTS? It feels like a rite of passage for new fans to experience at least one 'what the fuck just happened?' moment when it comes to how blatant the subversion is for BTS.

But I don't care to harp on about it because (1) It's unproductive, (2) I'm neck-deep in FACE, (3) I just kinda believe Jimin.

He's not stopping. He plans to continue making music even if it hurts and even if people mock him. And I plan to keep listening to him for as long as he feels he has something to say. Jimin has already made his mark, and like everything else he does, he's done it in record time in spite of all the handicaps. He knows his fans love his work, he knows he's gotten critical acclaim for his efforts, and he knows the industry has never been a friend - he's not new to William's antics. Jimin is fine.

(...more than fine. Just look at that man. God. He was born to own the stage)

The fandom is another matter lol. ARMYs will need to figure out how to adapt, the way the fandom has always found ways to adapt, but I don't know if this will happen before the implosion or afterwards.

Either way it's only a matter of time before Jimin comes back with another project that ends k-pop and wins hearts, saves souls, and makes babies. The world can decide whether or not to make room for him to settle at the top and it wouldn't matter, because Jimin means it when he says he makes his own way. And I intend to support him as an artist his entire career. It's me and him. The rest of you can choose to join in or not.

(A performer)

Everything about Set Me Free Pt 2 feels extreme. Every single thing about it. The brass. The haunting, wailing, choral chants. The autotune... There are so many choices Jimin could have made on that song: he could've tempered the aggression with an intermission of his feather-light vocals the way he does on Face Off, he could have emphasized his points by having the instrumentals bottom out the way it does on Alone, he could have gone about SMF Pt 2 in a million other ways, but he chose the most audacious sound to declare that from here on out, he's playing by his own rules, making art on his own terms, and everyone else is just going to have to get used to the idea.

(*The performer)

*

For the Anon surprised that Jimin knows about Rilke, but went on to diss Joon in the same ask... what did you think Jimin was doing with Namjoon all those times they'd hang out and talk about life? Namjoon is the bonafide Rilke fanboy in BTS, has been sharing Rilke's works and poems with fans and the members for at least six years now, but it's suddenly surprising Jimin looked up poems to fit the theme of his song and went with Rilke? Y'all need to start paying attention to how your biases interact with every other member in BTS, not just the members you like.

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #10: Virtuoso!

Warning! Before you all get the shakes, @franzliszt-official: This song is largely based on original quotes (!!!) So it didn't just spring from our sick brains.

So, come on, let's fire up the beats again to crash yesterday's grave mood. And then we'll get back to doing what we do best: Naughty- wayward Victorian Lady - songs. How many did we do already? Can’t remember. If there's one thing I've learned from my other band, it's that going over and over the same sexy theme ALWAYS leads to success ;) (Haha. Ha.)

„Lisztomania” is probably the most discussed topic from Franz's virtuoso years. There's even a movie about it, by Ken Russell. I haven't watched it yet, by the way, because I'm extremely scared of it... For those who don't know: Lisztomania began around 1841 in Berlin (where else…freaks ;)) and soon spread throughout Europe. And it was a kind of collective St. Vitus' dance in which people (i.e. women) went as crazy as possible, fought over Liszt's cigar butts, licked out his empty glasses and also offered themselves to him in other ways. Remember, this is the middle of the 19th century. And, of course, there was also the medical view: too many people and candles in one room, “Cantharidin of a musical nature” (really cool!) and female hysteria per se, which was later cured with “vibration therapy” - this is also not our imagination. Ah, good old days. <3 Dear doctors, perhaps it was simply because Liszt was a hot as hell, a gifted musician and a really good showman. Cantharidin, Cantharidin.

It has often been suggested that this may have been the first ingenious music marketing coup in history. That may only be true to a small percentage. The small percentage: Have any of you ever seen a picture of all the merch items that were supposedly there? I collect a lot of Liszt stuff, but I've never found a lock of his hair (or his dog) in a museum, nor brooches, nor any other item anywhere, not even a picture. I'm really interested. If you know anything, please let me know. Shut up and take my money.

As someone who has been bobbing around in today's music world for far too long, I have actually experienced this kind of mania myself on a tour with an internationally successful band (not on stage, thank God, but behind the scenes). That's really really bad. Not for the band, who usually take full advantage of it, but for those who witness it. I've never had so many strange conversations in my life as with groupies. Incidentally, these letters written in blood, which are mentioned in the song, come from my own experience and, for once, are not from a Liszt biography. Dear ladies: Please bear in mind that when you do something like this, it's usually not your adored artist who opens the mail, but some poor bastard who scrubs his hands over the sink for six hours afterwards. I'm just saying.

My doctor explained it to me Miss, you have a problem And I look at him And sob quietly I don't want him to know Of my secret He says it's unfortunate „Histrionic epilepsis“ I don't even know Whether it's contagious Doctor, I think it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania What commands me I only suspect Cantharides Of a musical nature Two weeks ago At a concert it began So I can think of nothing Else since then He is a master of the keys The Don Juan of the boudoirs I wish he'd take me Me here, for fun Everything about him is Pure physiognomy I smoked his cold cigars Till I spat I write him Letters in blood Break into his hotel suite Anything to be close to him Doctor, I also have Diphtheria Doctor, it's Nothing compared to Lisztomania And I'm sure I'll go mad soon Because a lock of his hair So enraptured It hangs in a locket On my bosom Then I will cuddle with His handkerchief For which I fought With other girls Even before it Slipped from his fingers When I, with wet hands On his tails, licked out his empty cognac glass Mr. Doctor, I believe it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania My doctor nods With a knowing look Miss, please leave The smelling salts be We're going to introduce something something new Against your Lisztomania Unfortunately, the only thing that helps is... Vibration therapy Vibration therapy

[bisnes-socks]

hello! I think you are very cool 👁👁 is it ok to send an ask? would love to know more about you 🫶 it could be anything: how you got into Käärijä? who's your favorite side character? do you think Bojan asks Jere questions about Finland or does he research on his own and then pretends like he always knew hoping to impress Jere?

i'm cool? 🥹 thank you, you are so sweet. but be careful anon, my ego inflates fast 😌

i will answer any and all questions anon, i would love nothing more, i love to yap 💚😌

i got into käärijä because well, i don't know if you are finnish or not dear anon, but the year 2023 was quite something here. i've always loved eurovision and listened to the new umk artists as soon as the songs came out. i immediately knew ccc was the song that we needed to send. i will say, i remember saying stuff like "oh idk if i'd listen to this on my own time, but it's perfect for esc" lmao. sooo that turned out to be not true. but the thing is, as much as i've always loved esc, käärijä and joker out are the only ones who have stayed with me beyond the contest!

i've always loved everything that falls under performing arts, as a passion, as a hobby, and also academically and professionally. and i just think he is simply one of the most fascinating performing artists this country has seen in a long time, possibly ever. the way his music comes with a whole concept, a visual world, a whole käärijä universe with characters etc. it's just incredible to me. he's super captivating both as an artist and a public person.

there are other reasons as well, more on like a personal level, things like where i was in my personal life in spring/summer 2023 and some other stuff, but the number one reason is that i'm just in awe of him as an artist. i also think he is much needed in finland, as a personality and as a character, in many ways.

hmmm i don't know if i have a favourite side character, but i'll say jukka bc he is a metal man and i know he's into some of my fave metal bands too.

and listen. LISTEN.

bojan gives me the BIGGEST besserwisser energy when it comes to finland it's so fucking funny but also so damn CUTE!!!! i will never ever ever in my life forget that joker out subs interview they did during the nordic tour and bojan was confidently correcting everyone's pronunciation wrong. how the others asked how to pronounce the letter Ä and bojan confidently and loudly went "it's E, E, right?" like my sweet puppy no 😭😭

AND I WILL NEVER forget him, at the backstage with jere getting ready to do ccc together, going basically like "but how do i pronounce this word jere i think you need to come here and look at this paper with me jerč 🥺🥺" oldest trick in the (girlfriend) book!!!!!!

so to answer your question anon, it's both. he will try to impress jere with his finnish knowledge in any group setting, so that jere's attention will be on him. but when it's just them? oh suddenly he needs help, and jere needs to explain everything to him. and be super close while he does so, actually. like holding hands. so that the next time they are in a group setting, bojan can casually drop some stuff jere taught him one night giggling under the blankets, so that they can once more annoy everyone with an inside joke.

anon i think you accidentally opened some sort of floodgates here, because i could go on. about every question. but you also said i'm cool so i'm trying to keep it that way.

[wespirallin]

feather in your cap (a sweet tooth fanfic)

Okay so some of you've probably seen the first chapter/prologue I've posted in the st community and I want to continue posting the new chapters in both ao2 and wattpad, and also here, in my blog. (there's a slight problem with ao3 for now but I'll update you when I have access to my account lol).

here you go people, the second chapter.

Chapter 2 // conform

Before Benji even unlocked the front door, he could hear the dampened voice of Adele filling up their house. A rare smile graced his lips as he hummed along to "Rolling in the Deep". 

Conversations of Adele had made up the first date between the two very drunk young adults. Benji could still remember it like yesterday, how a 20-year-old Pemma had forced him to dance rock-and-roll (they were very drunk okay??) to the very same song in a crowded bar. From that moment on, he knew he wanted a future with that woman. She had made Benji feel free, for what might’ve been the first time ever. Of course, drunk thoughts and decisions never ended well, but this one seemed to be an exception for Benjamin Crane. 

Benji found his wife seated where she spent most of her time nowadays. The wooden table they had built together, whose sole purpose was to serve as a puzzle table. She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she frantically checked almost every remaining piece.

Putting jigsaw puzzles together had always been a stable and favored pastime activity for the pair. They spent most of their free time seated in front of a thousand-piece puzzle for days in comfortable silence, accompanied by a cup of tea. Sometimes they even each got a puzzle with fewer pieces just to race each other. Pemma almost always won. 

This puzzle was an artistically drawn piece of the "Gaang" as Pemma liked to call the team of four teenagers from their comfort TV show. It was a fan-made piece from Emma (Sam's wife) that she'd made for them before she passed away. Benji already knew that his kids would grow up watching the records of the show.

The piece had survived most of Pemma's mood swings (Benji had stayed up all night once to renew the two weeks of progress after a particularly bad one), and it was more than halfway done. They really wanted to be over with it and hang it up on the wall before the twins arrived. Benji was sure that the piece could not handle  a pregnant lady and two newborns.

“Hey love”, greeted Benji, walking over and pressing a kiss on Pemma’s forehead. “How have you been? Any pain or discomfort?”

Pemma smiled up at him with those bright blue eyes he had fallen for over a decade ago.

“You know how it goes by now. Mood swings and some nausea. Went for a walk in the park at one point. It was a calmer day than usual. One of the little rascals did keep kicking me all day though, and it tickled for some reason this time. I’m telling you, Benji, we’re going to have twins with two very different personalities.”

Benji beamed at her. 

“Looks like one of them shares their mom’s hyperactivity”, he joked.

Pemma swatted at his arm. “You’ll realize it’s more of a curse than a gift if it turns out you’re right.”

“That’s okay, we’ll love them either way”, Benji said warmly.

Pemma’s smile fell ever so slightly and she faced her husband with a hesitant look.

“But what if…what if they turn out to be hybrids Ben?”, her voice getting weaker towards the end. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Benji's expression hardened. He couldn’t stand how scared his wife looked. He wanted to promise her that everything would be fine, but how could he when even he didn’t believe that? 

Yeah, what if the kids turned out to be hybrids? Benji didn’t know how he could love and raise something so…non-human and unnatural as his own. He just couldn’t imagine himself holding something half-animal, half-human, and thinking, “Yes, this is my kid. Mine to protect, to parent, and to love forever.”

Plus, he was well aware of the new organization that called themselves ‘The Last Men’ (what a stupid ass name that was). He knew how they snatched up the hybrid kids to do god knows what to them. He also knew what happened to the parents who tried to resist. He couldn’t have Pemma going through that. He wouldn't risk losing what he had because of a freaky hybrid kid.

Pemma looked her husband up and down as she tried to gauge his thought proccest. She knew he never looked warmly to hybrids, let alone them having to parent one. Shamefully, she couldn’t say that she disagreed with him. The idea itself scared her so much sometimes that she forgot how to breathe. At the same time, she couldn’t imagine herself not loving any of her babies. How could she look at any of their faces and deny them of the motherly love she was so ready to share?

When Benji finally pulled a chair and sat down across her, she saw the telltale sign of him coming to a decision. One he knew she wouldn't like. 

She took his clammy hands in hers and tried to catch his warm brown eyes.

When he finally did look up, Pemma saw a slightly unnerving shine in his eyes. A shine that make her gut churn uncomfortably.

“Penny for your thoughts, Ben?”

Ben caught the scared edge on Pemma’s voice and it made him want to rip his hair out in frustration. He ignored it for both of their sakes.

“I won’t let anyone, anything destroy what we have…what we’ve built for us okay? If…” he took a deep breath, “If it comes to that, then I’ll do anything in my power to make them normal, what they’re meant to be”, he promised with a set jaw. It was more of a promise to himself than to his wife.

Pemma’s worry lines deepened as her face scrunched up in disbelief. Before she could say anything though, a wave of excruciating pain ripped through her and she couldn’t help the scream she let out. All the previous tension was forgotten as Benji shot up from his chair, steadying Pemma as she doubled over in pain.

“Pems!? What- what is it? Is it the kids? Contractions? Are they-”

“No, I’m just constipated- YES Benji it’s the kids. Now get me to the kiddie pool before I pass out.”

“B-But what? They’re early -you -we, I-I thought we had at least-”

Pemma shot him a murderous look.

“Benji I swear to god-”

“Okay okay, sorry! I got this! I got this.”

Benji took a few deep breaths to steady himself as he hauled Pemma to her feet and gently dragged her to the kiddie pool. He thanked his past self a hundred times for already setting the pool up -just in case. 

. . . 

It’s crazy how quickly life can change up on you sometimes. 

One moment you’re stacking puzzle pieces next to each other, the next you’ve given birth to two beautiful newborns.

One moment you’re shedding tears of joy, the next you realize the baby in your arms has feathers. Brown and white feathers that make up two very mesmerizing wings. Two beautiful wings that are bunched up behind a small body that’s wriggling and crying obnoxiously. He’s beautiful, you think. You have to tear your eyes away from the unique pattern of discoloration on his face as you realize his father falling apart next to you, holding your other baby in his arms. In contrast to his sibling, this one isn’t crying.

One moment you’re ready to celebrate the birth of your two baby boys, the next, you’re sure you’re going to die from the pain of losing one.

A wail rips out from you, a wail that matches the baby's cries in your arms. 

“Benji! Benji what? What’s wrong? What’s wrong with him?? Why is my baby not crying? Benji let me see him!”

Benjamin pleads his tears and sobs away. He pleads the ugly, ugly disappointment and the heartwrenching pain in his gut away as he forces himself not to look at that…thing. That thing that killed his son. He faces his wife instead and pleads the tears away because he has to be strong. He has to be strong, for his wife needs him now. His wife needs him by her side, just as much as Benji needs her.

So he gently wraps up the dead newborn in his arms with a blanket. A blanket that was identical to the that was wrapped around the hybrid kid. A blanket that was chosen by the couple exactly nine months ago. A blanket that was supposed to have had the chance to be washed and used over and over again.

With whatever strength he had left, Benj dragged himself towards his wife in the kiddie pool and wrapped his arms around the sobbing woman. He gently cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears away with shaky hands. The man's own cheeks were drenched with the tears that kept on spilling, almost in stubborn defiance against his pleas. 

It’s crazy how merciless life can be sometimes.

Because one moment you’re mourning the loss of a child, the next you’re trying to keep your wife alive.

One moment you’re the husband, the next you're need to be the doctor.

Thousands of thoughts raced through Doctor Crane’s mind as he tried to identify what may have caused the postpartum hemorrhage. 

Blood clotting condition? Thrombin maybe? Not likely, Pemma’s scratches always healed fast. 

Uterine atony? No, no he would’ve realized if there had been a steady loss of blood after the delivery…right? He would’ve realized. He would've.

Uterine trauma? Yeah,  yeah that was most likely it…but from what? Benji’s eyes hardened as he looked at the hybrid baby with accusing eyes. The kid had wings, but no way were feathers sharp enough to cause any damage to the uterine. The baby was half a bird, right? So talons maybe? 

Benji’s eyes frantically darted from side to side and his breathing picked up as he tried to pinpoint what had caused the excessive bleeding. He was no expert in childborth. He remembered taking a general education about it in med school but he had little knowledge of complications. He racked his brain for anything that could help Pemma.

All his thoughts came to a halt when he felt a weak hand squeeze his shanking one. Pemma.

“Ben…just be with me for a moment.”

And it’s crazy how life could be so merciless because here she was, bleeding out, but still having to be the strong one for Benji.

She looked into his eyes with a sense of serenity, because she knew. She knew that she wouldn’t make it. And Benji saw no sign of anger nor fear in her bright blue eyes. He saw no trace of blame in them and he just knew she didn’t blame him for what was happening. She didn’t blame him for being the doctor and not being able to save her, because of course she didn’t. 

Pemma could barely think straight because of the shock her brain was going through. The shock that left her airless and unable to collect her breath. 

Call her delusional but it reminded her of the way she forgot how to breathe when she saw the same pair of warm brown eyes for the first time. That was a decade ago. Those brown eyes that had her offered so much comfort throughout the years, but now held so much pain inside. The same brown eyes that looked at her with so much love whenever she met them. The same love she was sure that he would show their kid after she was gone.

And life was so merciless to Benjamin Crane that day, for not only had he buried a child and a soulmate, but he was also left alone with the hybrid baby that had caused it all.

[somethin-stupid-67]

BCS HC's because I've been up all night and the brain rot is unreal

JIMMY/SAUL:

(More Saul?) Loves himself a cocktail, the sweeter the better. Fruity cocktails for a fruity little man. Only thing he can’t stand about them is how overpriced they are, no matter where he orders them.

Very strongly considered buying rings when he married Kim. Something about the symbolism stuck with him and really wanted their marriage, business arrangement or not, to present as more “socially official.” Would’ve definitely had them engraved with Wexler-McGill on the inside of the bands, too.

Eventually became pretty good at the guitar. Still struggles with tuning it and has, on more than one occasion, had a meltdown while attempting to replace broken strings.

Loves his white Cadillac, but definitely misses his Esteem.

KIM:

Smokes whatever cigarettes are on hand but is a ride-or-die menthol enjoyer.

The only person allowed to call her “Kimmy” is her mother. Jimmy tried once and wound up in a long,  long conversation about her distaste of the nickname.

Similarly, she doesn’t go by her full first name (at least professionally) because she feels it’s too preppy/thinks Kimberly Wexler sounds too much like the name of a ditzy blonde side character in a John Hughes movie.

Talkative drunk. Will have a conversation with anyone about nearly anything. Out for drinks and there’s a game on TV? She’s chatting up the nearest patron about every. single. play. Song she recognizes comes on the radio? She’s breaking down the lyrics, symbolism, and the artist’s motivation for writing it. Will apologize profusely the next morning for “talking too much.” Jimmy, naturally, finds it absolutely adorable and insists she shouldn’t feel bad.

NACHO:

Extremely shy as a child!

Grew up listening to/singing along with classic Mexican love songs and sings them softly to himself when completing any sort of task that doesn’t require a lot of focus. Very few people have actually heard him sing, but those who have all tell him he has a lovely voice.

He’d be lying if he said he disliked Lalo calling him “Nachito.”

Huge fan of an ice-cold Coke Zero.

Easily cries at tv shows and movies, most notably if there’s a trope pertaining to a father and son. Less than five seconds into a commercial for the ASPCA/Humane Society and he has tears in his eyes.

LALO:

In the rare instances he’s able to sleep more than an hour or two at a time, he snores. LOUD. Like, keeping the house up half the night loud.

If it wasn’t for his responsibilities to the “family business,” he would have pursued work as either a professional chef or professional hitman. Yes, the two couldn’t be farther from each other. Yes, they somehow both make total sense.

Would’ve 1000% slept with Nacho or Jimmy if the situation presented itself.

Opposite to Nacho, he was an extremely outgoing child. He was the type of kid to wander off with other children or walk up to total strangers and introduce himself.

Initially bothered by how quickly his hair went grey, but once he found out women (and men) thought it made him more attractive he never gave it a second thought.

HOWARD:

Strong aversion to water. He’ll get into a swimming pool and that’s about it, but even then he won’t go out farther than he can stand. His fear of drowning is the only thing preventing him from becoming a triathlete.

Keeps a photo of his parents in his wallet.

Definitely has anxiety. His tells used to be much more obvious when he first became an attorney (leg bouncing, shakiness in voice) but he has since been able to control it, most of the time. It’s a part of what keeps him up at night, why he’ll always opt for tea, and why he picked up boxing and cycling. It almost never interferes with his work the way it once did, but every now and again he can be seen swiftly pacing around his office or picking the skin around his fingers.

Despite his agility/flexibility, he’s an absolutely terrible dancer. Even in a bout of romance, an after-dinner slow dance in his own home proves he has two left feet.

Mailroom Era Jimmy definitely called him “Pretty Boy” to piss him off. It made him blush and/or stutter every time without fail and it took both Chuck and his father to convince him that Jimmy was insulting him and didn’t mean it as a compliment.

[chim-chim1310]

Honestly, tae has always been a distant third when it comes to streams. Most of his fans are the definition of visual stans and he is the main person that kpoppies token stan and they don't stream for their actual favs. His most recent ost debuted with 1.7 million streams, so they doubled that for his solo debut.

Jungkook and taehyung are mostly token stanned by other kpop stans. But here's the thing, those kpop stans might watch their fancams or whatever but i dont think they go out of their way to stream or buy for tae and jk's music. Those people usually don't care about the music.

We all know why jk is doing good on charts. I'm not gonna talk about it again and again.

But well.... Taehyung didn't get the things that company gave jk. And the promotion mhj might be going with for tae is not working either. Not yet at least. So tae only has his stans left. Those who token stan him don't support his music. And the funny thing is that his own fans mostly stan him for visuals and don't really care about his music. I even saw a tweet from one of his stan talking about how they should do a project on weverse to tell taehyung to go for promotions that will make him do better on charts.

Like as if tae doesn't know what he's doing. He's not a rookie. His two songs till now are just not good. That's it. I think it's not most people's taste. And seeing that tweet just showed that his fans don't care about music and are just obsessed with charts because otherwise how will they prove that tae is the most popular?

So i think it's better to have a strong, dedicated fanbase who actually cares about your music, works hard with streaming and buying, and cares about the artist's artistry. Like pjms. I know pjms have some rotten eggs too but almost all of them genuinely love jimin and not the y/n type, they care about jimin's music and respect his artistry. I'm glad that pjms are growing more and more. Jimin needs a strong and established fanbase.

Also I saw some anons in other pjm blogs talking about how they feel bad for tae and I was like "dude why?" Why are they feeling bad. First of all it's their fault that the promotion that they were going for is not working for tae like how it works for newjeans. And seriously I can't bring myself to pity him when we have seen the way Face got treated, it was jimin who actually got sabotaged and it's worse because jimin's music was actually good.

Taehyung is not being sabotaged at all, it's just that his two songs till now are boring af. Nobody is talking about it because there's literally nothing to talk about. The mv is not some art masterpiece. The lyrics are basic, the song sounds underwhelming. So people are just not talking about it. Both songs didn't create any hype for his upcoming album.

And I'm sorry but tae stans were the ones who are always actively hating on jimin, they didn't feel bad when jimin got sabotaged (yeah actual sabotage) so i can't bring myself to give two fucks about tae nor do i feel bad for him. I don't. There's nothing to feel bad about. He's not been done wrong, he's not sabotaged, why should I feel bad? I've never cared about tae and I'm not gonna do it now. Some pjms are too soft hearted I swear to God.